To the moralist, grace is a religious word devoid of any
real meaning.
To the legalist, grace is a theological problem that must
somehow be twisted until it means a reward for doing good.
To the theologian, grace is a point of contention and
debate.
But to the sinner, grace is a bright light in a dark tunnel,
a cool drink in a hot and dry desert; it is life from the dead and hope in the
midst of despair. Grace is the sound of
keys in a cell door and shackles hitting the ground. Grace is a warm bed and a place at the family
table for the runaway. No one but a
sinner knows what grace is. Sinners say
things like, “Amazing Grace how sweet the sound!” and “Grace, ‘tis a charming
sound, harmonious to the ear”, and, “Marvellous grace of our loving Lord…”
Grace – God’s grace – is the only word of hope in this
world.
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