I’m always wanting to add to grace. You gotta admit it feels good to think you’ve done something to make yourself a little more acceptable, a little more lovable in God’s eyes. But it just can’t be done. Although a proper understanding of the Kingdom means I can “earn” greater rewards for my faithfulness, that’s entirely different from the grace that seats me squarely and eternally in the Father’s embrace.
In most of His works God chooses to partner with man: We plant seeds and He causes them to grow. We lay hands on the sick and He makes people well. We teach and preach, and He changes lives. But grace is different: it’s the one work that is entirely His. In our helplessness He does EVERYTHING necessary to bring us home.
Grace is like the moving sidewalk at the airport. Whether you walk or stand, you’ll arrive at the same place either way. Grace carries me home and seats me so completely before the face of the Father that there’s nothing left to add.