There are a few things I know to be true this week.
I know that the time changed.
I know that there is a new pope.
I know it’s still cold out and that Reggie Bush is a Lion.
I know that grace is given freely to us.
I know that it’s hard to give it out ourselves.
This week I’ve been swimming in the notion of grace, of forgiveness and love freely offered. Since Sunday when the story of the Prodigal Son was read and mulled over I’ve been sitting in the midst of the story. Wondering if I would be found walking the long road home or pouting on the back porch. I wonder, would I be able to celebrate with a brother who returned home? Would I be excited or resentful? At times it can be hard to overlook past wounds to offer grace.
I would love to live a grace-full life. A life that flows with grace because of the grace I’ve been given. At times it is hard to look past those wounds and wrongs to what is happening and good around us. In today’s world we are told that we should put ourselves first and strive to achieve what is best for us. We are told that we deserve things, should desire things and I suspect we are more like the brother pouting on the back porch than we would like to admit to. I think in some ways I am anyways. I’d like to offer forgiveness more freely and be the person who accepts and loves people well. I want to throw more parties and celebrate with people when things go well.
There are a few things I know to be true this week. One of them is my desire to live a grace-full life.
