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.
Dispatches from the Shadowlands 
As a parent, with two children, two grandchildren and one great-grandchild, I understand a little better the unconditional love of my spiritual parent Father God. Whether I approve of their behavior, decisions, lifestyles or not, my deep and sometimes desperate, sometimes sacrificial love for my children doesn’t diminish. It’s a little taste of what God feels for his own.
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Isn’t it wonderful to know that God’s grace allows us – no, obliges us – just to BE STILL AND KNOW that He is God and loves us right where we are? Though I still struggle with the whole DOING mentality at times (especially at this time of year), it gives me great comfort to know that I am His and He is mine, and no person or circumstance can change that – ever. AMEN…
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