I have loved this Christmas vacation of mine, but I’ve also been haunted by a couple of tragic stories in the newspaper; stories of brokenness and pain that I can’t imagine witnessing. Stories of men dressed up as Santa murdering people… and kids playing in the park becoming victims of brutal attacks… sad, sad, sad stuff.
The more broken we are, the more grace we need… and I’ve experienced a truckload of grace.
Those men that did those wicked things were very, very, very broken… I just believe that they weren’t broken beyond repair. I’ve learned that God is not only good, but that He can actually renew, rebuild, and restore that which is broken.
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There are so many times that I hate living in a broken world, but I have realized just like you said, the more broken that we become the more grace we experience. But I think it raises a question; is it that we experience more grace, or that we recognize it more?
I have come to realize that when we aren’t at our wits end we never really recognize it. I know that has been true in my life. You and I are in the same boat about being concerned about the poor and oppressed, but I am so excited to see how drastically their lives can change when they come to know the Savior.
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Cameron
Great thoughts Cam.
I’m sure I’m always surrounded by grace, as I think all people are… but the turning point for me was when I recognized it.
I can’t imagine what it’s going to look like when the curtain is pulled back, when we’re all standing face to face with God, and in the presence of people who were once murderers… but have finally been remade by grace. Will I still feel anger and frustration towards those people who caused so much pain, or will I see them as they truly were: victims themselves.
Just a thought, I think when the curtain is pulled back we will all realize how messed up we all were, the murderer and the church lady.
Yeah exactly Doug! I need eyes to see beyond these circumstances…