GOD’S JUDGMENT HAS NEVER BEEN a problem for me. In fact, it always seemed right. Lightning bolts on Sodom. Fire on Gomorrah. Good job, God. Egyptians swallowed in the Red Sea. They had it coming.
Discipline is easy for me to swallow. Logical to assimilate. Manageable and appropriate.
But God’s grace? Anything but.
Examples? How much time do you have?
David the psalmist becomes David the voyeur, but by God’s grace becomes David the psalmist again.
The thief on the cross: hell-bent and hung out to die one minute, heaven-bound and smiling the next.
Story after story. Prayer after prayer. Surprise after surprise . . .
I challenge you to find one soul who came to God seeking grace and did not find it . . . Find one person who came seeking a second chance and left with a stern lecture.
I dare you. Search.
You won’t find it.
When God Whispers Your Name