One of the “goose bumps” moments from last month’s Memorial Service:
Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.
A slave trader in a shipwreck cries out in desperation. His life is not only spared, it is totally transformed.
A half remembered fragment of a song: Grace by Which I Stand
A thought that bubbles to the surface when I see pictures of rubble: “There but for the Grace of God was I”
Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
My memory niggles at a sermon I heard two years ago. “The Grace of the Lord Jesus Christ”. There was something profound there, something important, but I can’t remember enough of it. Nor is the MP3 available on the web.
Grace. How do I explain Grace to my child? or myself? The old Sunday School definition: Grace is the gift given un-earned and un-deserved. It seems to simplistic. I sense something deeper within my spirit, something more.
Grace is about Restoration, Healing, Forgiveness, Transformation, Love, Hope and Life.
Grace was iron nails and a wooden cross. Grace was darkness and earthquakes and a curtain torn open. Grace was suffering, torture, grief and separation. And Grace is resurrection.
’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed!
This post has been very disjointed, because my thoughts have been disjointed. All these ideas are swirling around a gravity well* of something massive, something Significant and Important, that I can’t quite perceive or comprehend.
Grace. Amazing Grace.