The Reason for Grace

I remember being a kid and making plans without talking to my parents first. As a child, I even developed a system. If I got invited to go to friend’s house or on an outing, I made sure the friend would ask my mom. This would drive them both a little crazy sometimes. At a young age, I understood how to ask forgiveness rather than permission. This wasn’t the best thing about me growing up, and I sometimes find myself in the same position that I put my parents in. My boys figured out the system, too!

It could be so very easy to take our salvation for granted. Knowing that we serve a loving, forgiving God could cause some to wander and tamper with sin. But that was never what God intended when He sent Jesus to Earth. I cannot imagine sending my children on a mission and for those being rescued by that mission to be flippant about it. I would be angry and revoke my grace. It’s a good thing I’m not God. The cost was great, but His love for us was greater.

“he humbled himself in obedience to God and died a criminal’s death on a cross.” (Philippians‬ ‭2:8‬ ‭NLT‬‬)

There is no tremendous message in this simple post. We will sin. We are human, and until we are made perfect with Christ, our fallen humanity will maintain its grip on us. God knows this and already forgave us when Jesus died on the cross. It’s not an excuse to sin, but it’s the reason for grace.

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