“And if by grace, then it is no longer of works; otherwise grace is no longer grace. But if it is of works, it is no longer grace; otherwise work is no longer work.” Romans 11:6 (NKJV).
“You’re talking in circles, Grandfather.” Timmy rested his chin in his hand.
“Are you standing or sitting?”
Timmy rolled his eyes. “Sitting.”
“But if you stand, you’re no longer sitting. One or the other, right?”
“Guess so. Never thought about it.”
“All I’m saying is you can’t have both. If we saved by grace, we’re saved by grace...”
“I can’t work for it?” Grandfather shook his head. “I can’t steal it? I can’t buy and I can't sell it?” Timmy picked up the cadence as he tapped his fingers on the table.
“We don’t deserve it.” Grandfather's face shone with delight and wonder. "It’s a never-ending spring--a gift. Paid for by the Lord Jesus Christ.”
Kingdom Thinking. I confess I need His grace--every minute of the day. I don't deserve it. It's a gift. He loves me with an everlasting love and promises never to leave nor forsake me. He offers the same to you. Won’t you come to Him?
“But if you stand, you’re no longer sitting. One or the other, right?”
“Guess so. Never thought about it.”
“All I’m saying is you can’t have both. If we saved by grace, we’re saved by grace...”
“I can’t work for it?” Grandfather shook his head. “I can’t steal it? I can’t buy and I can't sell it?” Timmy picked up the cadence as he tapped his fingers on the table.
“We don’t deserve it.” Grandfather's face shone with delight and wonder. "It’s a never-ending spring--a gift. Paid for by the Lord Jesus Christ.”
Timmy whispered. “If it's a gift, why don’t we let it shine through us?”
“Because when I'm stubborn or unforgiving, I shove grace to the side, clog His flowing spring. Try to work it out myself--”
“Don’t allow His grace to work?” He frowned. “Where is it then?”
“Because when I'm stubborn or unforgiving, I shove grace to the side, clog His flowing spring. Try to work it out myself--”
“Don’t allow His grace to work?” He frowned. “Where is it then?”
Grandfather chuckled. “Good point. It’s not lost…
“Remember how we clean the artesian well? It gets clogged with leaves and stuff. No fault of the spring. For His spring of grace, I confess my sins to Him. He cleans the spring so I can use the gift in my life. Life is easier when I do.”
“You don't have to do the work? He does the cleaning?”
“Absolutely.”
“He'll clean my spring, too?”
Grandfather nodded. “His grace is a gift to you. You do have to open it. Know what the note says inside the gift?”
“My gift of grace to you, Timmy. The more you use it, the more you have. Use liberally.”
“Wow, Grandfather. For me? A special gift from God?" He tilted his head. “You know what?”
“What's that?”
“I'm gonna use it over and over.” He hugged his grandfather and received a big hug.
Kingdom Thinking. I confess I need His grace--every minute of the day. I don't deserve it. It's a gift. He loves me with an everlasting love and promises never to leave nor forsake me. He offers the same to you. Won’t you come to Him?