Maybe you are like me.
Earlier in life, I struggled with feelings of inadequacy when it came to the “quality” of my testimony.
I was not a gangster.
I never was a player.
I’ve never signed up for a rehab program
I was ordinary.
I felt as if others needed a life-preserver more than me.
It is easy to listen to the dramatic testimonies amongst us and marvel at the grace of God.
But my story was not very awe-inspiring. Maybe even boring.
Or so I thought. I was wrong.
Sin is equal in breaking God’s standard.
Sin is equal in its need to be forgiven.
I’ve broken God’s perfect standard as much the mass-murdering or the pimp dealing in human trafficking. irregardless if it is one sin or a million sins, we all need grace.
Grace is not greater for quantity or depth of sin.
Grace needs to cover the everyday sins as much as the headlines proclaiming the latest scandal.
It is same grace forgiving my envy and judgmental spirit which forgives whoredom and substance abuse.
I don’t have to achieve superhero status in my ability to wow people with my sinful powers.
I was dead.
Grace rescued me.
Grace gave me a second chance.
Everyone’s story is different, but equally horrific.
Ordinary people need a second chance as much as the dramatic sinners amongst us.