It’s been a long time since I read the book, What’s So Amazing About Grace(.?) by Phillip Yancey
Now, I’ll tell you my two opinions. Why two? Because “Grace” is a double-edged sword.
For instance, in the first, the book had a good effect on me, because it taught me that Grace is not always peaches and cream, milk and honey, and good weather. Nor is it always “A Wonderful Life.” The book also convinced me that Grace is one of the most intricate and incredible concepts relative to God’s attributes, His Plan, His mercy, etcetera. Grace affects—impacts—every single aspect of every life, flora, fauna, Human!
Does Grace mean “…and they lived happily ever after…”? Hell no, it doesn’t! One of its meanings is: “It could have been worse.” And you know what, that is (almost) always true. I’ll get back to this meaning shortly.
It also means: Some desire of the heart is, eventually, given to you (Proverbs 13:12). Some days bring a wonderful surprise. A child is cured of (fill in the blank). Medical personnel accomplish Grace every day, for the most part. Maybe a fetus survives to full term. Maybe a fetus survives, period. Maybe two airplanes crash into the world’s most famous twin towers and kill only 3,000 people—when they could have killed twice that number on a different day. Grace is there every time a prayer is answered, and sometimes when prayers are not answered.
Grace is God saying, This is Who I Am, when a life or lives are uplifted, when lives are saved. Isn’t Grace when souls are saved?
Yep.
But is it Grace when lives are lost? When souls are not saved? Is it Grace that starts wars? Or, is it Grace, Who ends wars?
Yep.
Which part of Hurricane Harvey is Grace? The rain, the wind? The rescued? The dead? MSMBC and CNN and any MSM coverage? Fox News (yeah, still MSM)? Rescuers being shot at by looters? Donald Trump coming to Texas? 70 Young Democrats protesting POTUS coming?
Which part of Hurricane Irma–Wait! That Cat-5 bitch was coming right at me. Prepped, sort of, for four days. Then she wasn’t. But now i prayed for the west coast of Florida, where family lives. Irma spread out, but reduced. Still, she sure screwed up even the east coast–and my house. Is that Grace?
Yep.
I’ll tell you what Grace is not. It isn’t people who hate Blacks, whites (not supposed to be capitalized), Asians, Hispanics, Native Americans, nor anyone who doesn’t follow a particular religion—nor anyone who hates all—religions. It isn’t scientists, academia, politicians, celebrities, or intelligentsia, who only desire to keep their jobs or their egos.
It is easy for people in a good, solid, financially secure position in life to sublimely offer advice to other people less than themselves. (Believe it or not, I’ve actually been there, done that.) It’s not so easy for people who worry, weekly, daily, or hourly, how they are going to survive the week, the day, the hour. (Been there.) It’s easy to be a person who has obviously been blessed by “God’s Grace.”
Now, I’ll try to tell you what Grace is:
However, something, a minor thing, happened today, and I’m not in the mood for espousing about the wonders of Grace. I’m not in the mood for what I call, “La-La Land Christians telling me that they will pray for me. Neither am I in the mood for morons who think I should become an atheist. And I damn sure am not in the mood for Socialist/Communist/Progressive/Democratic/Antifa/Nazi/any-supremacists/any-only-our lives-matter, or Juan Williams, Geraldo Rivera, Sheppie Smith, Karl Rove, Neil deGrasse Tyson, Wolf Blitzer, Carl Kapernick, Alec Baldwin, Putin, or the Pope, telling me what they think is right and what is wrong. Morons!
What happened? It doesn’t matter. It could have been worse.
Make no mistake, I don’t know everything. Hell, I don’t even know much. But I will, occasionally, get really pissed off at God. I even cuss! And, God’s answer?
He… You mad, dude? Get over it.
Grace?
Yep, it could be worse.
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