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Grace made the best marinara sauce I’ve ever tasted. She used ripe tomatoes, onions, sausage and spices that she simmered for hours. Mmm, it was sooo good!
But today I’m not going to talk about THAT Grace (though her sauce was awesome). I want to talk about the kind of grace we extend to others and especially our enemies.
“But I don’t have any enemies!”
“True that,” Mr. disembodied voice; “but, maybe someone has let you down, slandered your good name, or pushed your buttons?”
“Ok, I admit it. There is ONE pin-head who constantly pushes my buttons.”
“Pin-head? Ouch! What did I do now?”
“David, it’s not what you say, but the pompous way you say it... and you smell funny too.”
“I’m sorry, forgive me please!”
“If I forgive you, do you promise to stop being so arrogant?”
“I’ll try really hard, but sometimes I still blow it. I need more than your forgiveness; I need your grace!”
“But you’re so $%#@!”
“I’m a falling down wretch of a man, but I still need your love.”
“Ok, I love you even if you smell funny and say things that hurt my feelings. Here Dave, have a cookie.”
“Thank you, disembodied voice. You’re so good to me.”
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Last week I watched some good folks walk away from our church. They had a problem with someone who has lots of faults.
Hey, I thought we were a family. Where’s the grace?
I’ll miss you guys. May the lord bless your socks off wherever you end up!
