grace
Grace
It’s a word I forget more than I remember. Today, I was reminded that God does have grace and extends it to me all the time. But, not only does he offer it to me, he offers it to everyone else too.
It’s so easy for me to get complacent here. If I don’t think of him, I really can go days or even weeks without hearing anyone mention God…except when they’re swearing. There aren’t many people here who believe what I do. I have to really make an effort to get to church on Sundays. It’s not an easy thing. It’s much easier to tell myself that I’ll have my own worship time in my room.
Being here is strange in that, I can feel really close to Him, or really far from Him. There’s almost no in between. But today, as I was thinking how stupid and disgusting the other foreigners at my school are, I listened to a focus on the family radio drama. The theme was grace.
I usually exclude the other foreigners from my mind when I think about people who need to be reached. In reality, aren’t all people the same in that area? Grace is given to me. I need to show it to others too.
