One of my favorite writer/bloggers, Jon Acuff, wrote a challenging post on grace on his site. Jon is hilariously funny as a friendly and comedic critic of evangelical Christianity. From time to time, he sneaks in a serious piece and I've found him to be piercingly honest, gracious, and Christ-filled. This is one such piece:
I commented on his post:
I think we grow into (or shy away from) a deep understanding of grace.It is my own longing, as well as my prayer for others, that we have the opportunity to brush up against grace so big as this.
There is grace we don't dare believe in.
There is grace we portion out and 'deal' for.
There is grace that we cut down to size (like you describe so well here).
There is grace that we take advantage of.
There is grace that is too big for us to possibly believe in.
There is grace that we brush up against like a toddler and the ocean, and every once a long while we glimpse the radically not-to-scale relationship of our sin and God's grace and are simply leveled by it... no words, no "how can I work this to my advantage," no fear of using it up. Just profound awe and wonder.