Yesterday I received a new understanding of the grace of God. I was walking down the streets of Philadelphia, and all of a sudden, the realization of God’s grace washed over me like a sweet spring rain. I was overwhelmed.
It’s been a really tough couple of weeks. Work has been very difficult. Home has been more than difficult. Church has been frustrating. I was sick for 5 days. And through the adversity, my base nature came shining through like a pimple on prom night. Some of what I saw was good. Some…not so much.
The good stuff. I find that much of my frustration is because I want to see God move. I want to reach the unreached people of the world with the gospel. I want to reach the unchurched people around me…I want them to know the love of God.
The bad stuff. I found myself frustrated with people who are close to me who are hurting. I found myself with a bad attitude, not representing Christ, but myself instead. I found myself fighting with my boss rather than allowing God to work out the details. In short…I found that I need to extend the grace that was so freely, at such a high cost, extended to me.
So, yesterday, when the grace of God overwhelmed me, I wanted to fall to my knees on Market Street and sing at the top of my lungs. Because I wouldn’t do well with an inside the walls prison ministry or an inside the walls ministry to patients in a mental health facility, I let my spirit do the singing. Quietly yet loudly, deep within me, hopefully resonating in the heavenlies.
Deneen White 