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Like Mo, I foolishly believe that what makes the difference between
the deserving and not deserving is a set of syllables comprising the ‘right’
answer. Consequently I can be easily
bamboozled by slick speech, that like empty calories, slides down smoothly.
I exchange free grace for cheap talk.
But grace, even though free, is never cheap. Sadly, we’ve managed to cheapen the word itself by dissecting all life out of it.
For most of us, words are cheap. We say things, but we don’t
mean it. On the world market, it’s the most devalued currency, because there is
nothing as cheap as words. Like never before in history, we mass-produce words at astounding rate...Our world is a junkyard of words that cost us nothing.
Other things are cheap.
Substitutes are cheap.
Knock-offs are cheap.
Imitation is cheap.
But there is nothing – nothing
– cheap about grace.
It’s the highest value commodity paid at top price.
At
This… this is an altogether different playing field. All of
us are way out of our league here. We don’t belong. If we are honest with
ourselves and others, we would realize that though the façade may be different
– some deplorable, some impressive – everyone is equally destitute in this
place. Thinking that I can bringing
anything to this table – except for maybe my emptiness, and brokenness and
hopelessness… a sheer insult.
But the moment I recognize it, the moment I accept it, the
moment I come to Him empty-handed – nothing to offer, nothing to lose… I am finally at the doorway into life that is Life indeed...
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