I have a confession to make (and I hope it’s not offensive): I’m a grace whore.  I know that sounds BEYOND crass, but it’s true.  I think to some degree we all have been devourers of this above and beyond gift – whether we’re willing to admit it or not.

I was sitting in one of the coffee shops downtown last night trying to journal this and I could only marvel.  I wanted to write about how thankful I was because I realized in the last 10 months the immeasurable amount of grace I’ve selfishly swallowed without any other thought. 

And then the story in Scripture about the sinful woman anointing Jesus’ feet came to mind.  Here was this woman who was encrusted in sin… anointing the feet of the one and only Son of God.  And the best part? 
 
Jesus let her. 
 
He let this woman touch his feet and, in a sense, prophetically prepare him for his burial.  The Pharisees couldn’t stand it.  They couldn’t believe that a Rabbi – let alone one of Jesus’ stature – would allow such trash to even be in the same room as him.  So Jesus shared a witty story with the Pharisees that resulted in him saying, “he who has been forgiven little loves little,” also meaning that “he who has been forgiven much loves much.”

All I could think about was grace and the way that God dishes it out…
And the way that the people I’m surrounded with on a daily basis, whether directly or indirectly… dish it out.

I think there comes a point that when we’ve experienced God’s grace in such a way that it transforms us, we can’t help but share that same grace.  And I’m just now getting to the point that… I’m learning of the grace in a way that I can share it.

I’ve taken more than advantage of this insurmountable gift for practically my whole life.  And because of the example of those around me (directly and indirectly)… I’m learning to dish it back out.

I was a whore who realized I had been forgiven much… so that now I can give much as a redeemed saint of the Father.