When I lived in the farming community of Hazelton, Kansas, I enjoyed the slow pace of life, and the many wonderful people I met there. One of the few negatives was the water. Because it was so bad I carried a water jug in my truck, so I could fill it at an artesian well.
When I read 2 Corinthians 9:8, I think of that refreshing free-flowing well of cool water:
God is able to make every grace overflow to you, so that in every way, always having everything you need, you may excel in every good work.
Grace was a theme of emphasis with the Apostle Paul, and it’s one of the feel-good doctrines of the Bible that people like to discuss.
Grace is a small word, but its five letters contain truth of epic proportion; and, its spectrum is as colorful as the rainbow. Consider a few of these:
- Grace is available to help you grow as a Christian—2 Peter 3:18: Grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. To him be the glory, both now and to the day of eternity.
- If you have the can’t-do-blues, God provides empowering grace—2 Corinthians 12:9: My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness.” Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, that the power of Christ may dwell in me.
- There is an extra portion of grace available to the humble—James 4:5-6: He gives grace to the humble.
- You can confidently ask for it—Hebrews 4:16: Let us therefore draw near with confidence to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and may find grace to help in time of need.
The most important aspect of grace and the one on which the preceding stand is saving grace—Romans 5:1-2: Since we have been declared righteous by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in the hope of God’s glory.
The grace that offers you peace with God, might be the missing peace that will solve your life’s puzzle.
Amazing Grace is a beloved hymn that was written by John Newton, and he spoke of the power of grace: I am not what I ought to be. I am not what I want to be. I am not what I hope to be. But still, I am not what I used to be. And by the grace of God, I am what I am.
People rarely partner stubbed toes and skinned knees with moments of pleasure . . . unless you’ve been a spunky kid who chased the sentinels of light through the darkness of July nights. Even though those carefree days of bare feet and childhood innocence are long gone, I still enjoy the nocturnal dance of fireflies as they flutter across the night sky.
Tuesday morning, I was driving west towards Wichita and I was blessed with the beauty of a double rainbow. As the dazzling colors shone brightly against the distant backdrop of dark and menacing clouds, I was reminded that life is much like that storm.
I can still remember Jim McKay’s famous tagline: “The thrill of victory and the agony of defeat.” It was an invitation to stop what I was doing and to watch the weekly edition of ABC’s Wide World of Sports. McKay’s famous words went full circle this past Saturday in the world of horse racing.
When I posted to this blog yesterday, I wrote a little bit about my garden. Since I made that post, I’ve thought about the first garden and Adam the first farmer: “The Lord God placed the man in the Garden of Eden to cultivate it and guard it (Genesis 2:15.)”
On a recent trip to the lake, I saw the good, the bad, and the ugly. I’ll give them to you in reverse order: The ugly was the trash that someone had thrown into the lake; the bad was the wasp that kept buzzing my head; and, the good was the honey bee who was pollinating flowers and gathering nectar
I remember the first time I saw oniomania in print. My eyes read the word as onion-mania, and my brain processed it as a strong desire related to onions.
The raging wildfire that has devoured 72,000 acres of grass and farmland was the focus of an article I wrote last week. That same fire is still burning this morning, and it has now consumed over 400,000 acres.
Several years ago, Barber County, Kansas was home to me. I lived in a spot in the road called Hazelton, and I was a frequent visitor of Anthony, Kiowa, and Medicine Lodge. When I needed to stock up on groceries, I would drive to Alva, Oklahoma. Alva also had a tasty hamburger served at a café on the town square.