Another gorgeous day, here on the East Coast, and I can’t complain. I have, however, been complaining for over a week now, not to anyone specifically…I am just as the Israelites-wandering deserts to dry to nurture, and whining-as if I have it so bad. I always grow irritated when I read how ungrateful they were, after God fed them with manna, and filled their bellies to the brim-yet, still they complained.
I am no different. And I try, believe me I try-not to complain, not to show my broken heart, not to bring anyone down. Quite honestly, I am over myself and I pray I will not fail Him, as the Grace he has poured over me is more than enough, more than enough.
I wanted to talk to you all about Grace. An incomprehensible concept to those who know and don’t know our Lord and Savior. I had joined a group of women Christians on Facebook, under the guidance of Philia Ministries. This was directly after coming face to face with spiritual warfare, and climbing up and out of the muck and mire that is the New Age. Last September, while away in the Adirondacks-I noted a video that spoke of absolute vigilance against sin, of any kind; I provoked one of the Administrators by pointing out her lack of forgiveness. I couldn’t believe my ears…the video so disturbed me. Let us not forget my state of mind at the time-fleeing a holy war of fleas at home, in desperate need of light and love, I was extremely impressionable.
“Am I going to Hell?,” I asked God. I mean, if smoking a cigarette or cursing like a truck driver (I try hard, but I grew up in the restaurant business, and I come by my profanity in a very straightforward and honest way)-I learned from the best of the best, and I often let myself and my Lord down by spewing vitriolic insanity (only at home, praise Jesus) at inanimate objects that target my impatient rage. I ask for forgiveness, resolve to do better, and pray that it lasts more than a day, or two.
I feel strongly about praising God whilst in the storms of life, even when it’s the last thing I want to do. But I find, in the quiet moments-that His grace is sufficient. You see, God does not expect perfection from any one of us. Good works alone will not grant you entry into the Kingdom of Heaven, and, don’t shoot the messenger, bad works will not leave you out-it goes like this:
Jesus Christ came to spread the Good News. He trained his disciples to do the same. Jesus hung out with sinners, murderers and tax collectors. His disciples were called not for their holiness, no, not even close. They were called because God knew he could use them, love them right out of their sin-and aside from Judas, whom he absolutely knew would betray him? He did exactly that.
Who does God call us to minister to? The righteous? The elite? The rich and infamous? Not exactly. Abba wants us to be his hands and feet and care for the least of these. Here are a few examples of this population:
Those in prison.
The widows and children.
The infirm, and terminally ill.
If we follow the popular way of thinking, “Oh, that dude is guilty as SIN!” “He must have done some pretty evil stuff to end up in jail.” “Don’t feed the homeless, they made poor decisions-they’re homeless for a reason.” “John and Jane Doe are jerks, I’ll be damned if I’m going to entertain the likes of the unrighteous. We’re supposed to hang with other perfect Christians, not step out of our comfort zones, obey the rules, and God help you if you don’t.”
NO. No. Nyet.
Here’s the Good News. God wants us to love, unabashedly, his son Jesus with our entire soul, mind and heart. He wants us to believe that Jesus was not only resurrected from the dead, but his blood paid for our worldly sins. What a sacrifice!
“It is finished,” doesn’t mean the end of the world. It means the beginning of God’s heavenly kingdom.
Look up. Reach out. Be the hands and feet of Christ.
You have nothing to lose, and everything to gain.