Someone told me today that you can try to give as much grace as you can, but there comes a time when you have to say, “you need to get your shit together.” And I guess there might be some truth to that, but imagine if that’s what God said to me.
"Sorry Netanya, but you used up all my grace. I can’t give you anymore."
Gosh. Thankful that His grace is never-ending, that He is molding me and transforming my heart, and always pulling me back into His goodness.
My job this summer has been such an unexpected blessing. I work for conference services at my university and during the summer my school basically turns into a hotel where groups and camps stay. Occasionally, we get a chance to talk to some of our clients and I’ve had some of the most interesting conversations about Christ, sin, culture, politics, religion, ect. It’s been such as good thing and I’m always surprised when it happens.
I was monitoring in the theater tonight for Worldview, and I started talking to a man about traveling, studying abroad, and my experience being an exchange student. He told me has also traveled most of his life and has met people from all over the world. We started talking about the differences between cultures, particulary French and American, and how Americans are more public about their personal lives while the French are more private. As we were talking about this, he began to tell me a story about a Russian girl at his church who told him that Americans just give their smiles away and it means nothing, but when Russians smile they are giving you their whole heart; a part of themselves. He explained to her that when Americans give a smile, we are acknowledging you as a fellow human being. In this moment they both shared a common understanding and respect of each other’s cultures. But the last thing he said was, “Isn’t it amazing that despite where we come from, we as Christians share a common foundation. And that’s Christ. Because we make an effort to understand each others’ cultures, we understand that forming those relationships will be different or slower-paced than we are used to, but the same goal is there for both of us. The goal is to share Christ.”
Such a thought-provoking statement, and one that stirred my heart and prayers for those sharing the gospel in foreign countries. The same need for Christ is there, and I pray that the Sprit will break down those cultural barriers so the truth can be proclaimed to all the nations.
So I was still I was under your spell When I was told by Jesus all was well So all must be well
Just give me time You know your desires and mine Wrap my flesh in ivory and in twine For I must be well
Keep the earth below my feet For all my sweat, my blood runs weak Let me learn from where I have been So keep my eyes to serve, my hands to learn Well keep my eyes to serve, my hands to learn -Mumford & Sons “Below my feet”
"Though our feelings come and go, his love for us does not. It is not wearied by our sins, or our indifference; and, therefore, it is quite relentless in its determination that we shall be cured of those sins, at whatever cost to us, at whatever cost to him." - CS Lewis
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Couldn’t find a video for this, but here is the just released clip of Tim Chaddick’s sermon on “why Jesus creates stories” at the Resurgence Conference. Never heard a more moving story about grace and redemption. Can’t forget those lines—“I see you under the blood of Jesus”. Overwhelmingly beautiful. Give it a listen.
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