Grace

Galatians 2:21

I do not treat the grace of God as meaningless.

The reading today was so full of information and so much to grasp, but the above verse jumped at me. Do I ever treat God's grace as meaningless? I beg forgiveness, if this is so…

Martin Luther said about this verse …if salvation is so difficult that it was necessary for Christ to die then all my works are good for nothing. He went on to put it like this ~ How can I buy for a penny what cost a million dollars? The law is a penny's worth when compared to what Christ did!

I thought this is a beautiful illustration for most of society … it puts into perspective what truly matters, but do we truly get it?

Another story about grace that Max Lucado wrote about Christina wanting to leave her poor Brazilian neighborhood, Christina wanted to see the world. Discontent with a home having only a pallet on the floor, a washbasin, and a wood-burning stove, she dreamed of a better life in the city. One morning she slipped away, breaking her mother's heart. Knowing what life on the streets would be like for her young, attractive daughter, Maria hurriedly packed to go find her. On her way to the bus stop she entered a drugstore to get one last thing. Pictures. She sat in the photograph booth, closed the curtain, and spent all she could on pictures of herself. With her purse full of small black-and-white photos, she boarded the next bus to Rio de Janiero. Maria knew Christina had no way of earning money. She also knew that her daughter was too stubborn to give up. When pride meets hunger, a human will do things that were before unthinkable. Knowing this, Maria began her search. Bars, hotels, nightclubs, any place with the reputation for street walkers or prostitutes. She went to them all. And at each place she left her picture--taped on a bathroom mirror, tacked to a hotel bulletin board, fastened to a corner phone booth. And on the back of each photo she wrote a note. It wasn't too long before both the money and the pictures ran out, and Maria had to go home. The weary mother wept as the bus began its long journey back to her small village. 

It was a few weeks later that young Christina descended the hotel stairs. Her young face was tired. Her brown eyes no longer danced with youth but spoke of pain and fear. Her laughter was broken. Her dream had become a nightmare. A thousand times over she had longed to trade these countless beds for her secure pallet. Yet the little village was, in too many ways, too far away. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, her eyes noticed a familiar face. She looked again, and there on the lobby mirror was a small picture of her mother. Christina's eyes burned and her throat tightened as she walked across the room and removed the small photo. Written on the back was this compelling invitation. "Whatever you have done, whatever you have become, it doesn't matter. Please come home." She did.

Never ever must we treat God's grace meaningless. The original word used was ayetw ~ means to abolish, then to make voice, to render null – we must always share the words about God's grace and that we will never earn it that Jesus gave us this gift that we could never earn!

Loving God, Debbie