The word “grace” danced around my living room sofa often.
“Grace” wasn’t just a theological concept, it was a teaching that transcended down from a place of high doctrine into the soul of the home.
“Grace in the Christian life” was a well known phrase in our conversations and one my father may very well have come up with. It was his way of saying that everyone knows grace is administered fully in salvation, but let’s not forget the poor Christian! We Christians need this divine grace just as much as the unregenerate. We need not the manmade idea of grace that “makes up for where we lack”, but the kind of biblical grace that comes down from heaven toward us at all times, super abounding, with all the brakes off.
This message of pure grace, even for the Christian, was the heart of my father’s ministry.
My parents provided us kids a picture of full-on acceptance that could be had from our heavenly Father. We grew in our understanding and in our ability to more easily grasp the union between Christ and His church – between us and our Lord -to which nothing could separate, not even our own sin. (Romans 8:38,39)
When we sin, fellowship is not broken. When we sin, blessings are not withheld. When we sin, access to the Father is not denied or diminished. That would not be grace.
Needless to say, I like to talk grace.
Join me on my quest to explore the fullness and majesty of this word.

