illogical

Grace is so foreign to me. I’ve been raised in communities that talk about grace over and over, yet the concept is still absurd. What do I have to do? How do I pay for forgiveness? And you’re telling me that I can’t pay for it? That there is nothing I can do? That I receive and that’s it? I can’t believe it. With the offering sitting before me, I stare at it dumbly, and choose to see anything else other than the Grace. And when Christ presses in on me and helps me to experience it magically, mysteriously, through my emotions… then I see the gift for what it is and I am overwhelmed, not understanding how God could do that for me and why. ‘His love’, someone will say. Well duh! Then while I experience the love of The Father… the concept is still foreign to me.

painting, Matt Leblanc