My soul is troubled, feeling the weight of our divided opinions and beliefs, the political and cultural wars somehow bleeding into what were once private matters of the heart.
As if the Gospel and sacrificial gift of Grace now come with disclaimers, as if conditional, performative, and politically aligned.
Inured to self-pride, blind to the obvious, for we are all the same at the foot of the cross. Every bit as needy and broken as those who are marginalized and labeled.
Why do we trumpet otherwise?
Most keenly felt in relationships, stifling open honesty, forcing us to measure our words and justify our positions.
How did the Gospel become threatening or a barrier for the broken-hearted, marginalized, unchurched, outcasts, or seekers? As if spiritual border walls are in place, sins are rank-ordered, viewed as apostate choices, and the most egregious are mentioned from the pulpit. Even more harmful is the silence; all are welcomed within the Body (except–)
It is finished. So why do we exclude as if it is not? It is finished, so why have we added conditions to the promise?
This is a gentle reminder to anyone falling to their knees during the unwanted lessons in life that there is no need to fear rejection, disapproval, or condemnation from our God. Only true peace and a love that surpasses all understanding.
Grace upon Grace.
Breaking free…