One of the ironies of my sojourn among the Truly Reformed, as we liked to call ourselves amidst debates over who was and wasn't TR, is that those of us who so loved to tout the doctrines of grace often had so little understanding of real grace. Even more ironic is how little grace we extended towards others. It was that last irony that I found especially painful during my "fall to grace".
During an online discussion in the months after I "discovered" grace, someone wrote:
>The whole grace/lawMy reply:
>thing. To them it's like an annoying little gnat. There is no issue
>here. These people are living in grace. Jesus is the Lord of their
>lives. He is on the throne. It seems like you are trying to remove
>that. It seems like you are trying to condemn them. Am I wrong?
>They refuse to argue because no one listens anyway. It just stirs up
Sigh. I used to think that. No---what I thought was far worse. The whole
Law/grace "thing" in my mind was far more serious than an annoying little
gnat. It was some bizarre scheme of a bunch of antinomians to excuse the
sin in their lives. It was...well, brazen. It was divisive. Certainly *I*
knew all about grace and knew that what they were talking about was
license, even when they claimed the opposite. I mean, really---why would
someone claim that Christ had set us free from the Law unless they wanted
to be completely lawless?
I was wrong.
The Law/grace thing is not an annoying little gnat. It is such a major
issue that God inspired Paul to deal with this in the entire book of
Galatians as well as elsewhere in Scripture. It's foundational to
I am so thankful for those who didn't listen to me when I accused them of
stirring up strife and worse. I am so thankful they proclaimed the
message of grace in season and out of season. Finally God opened my ears
and my heart. Finally I realized that what I thought was grace was only a
tiny little fraction of what grace really is. I look forward to learning
more and more about God's grace throughout all eternity. I am *so*
thankful that I finally am beginning to comprehend my freedom in
Christ---the freedom that He bought for me with His shed blood.
Finally, finally, finally, I've realized that I'm the child of the
freewoman and not the bondslave. I've gone from Mt. Sinai to Mt.
Zion---all by the grace of God!
An annoying little gnat? No way---it's glorious! It's the message of the
gospel! It's the foundation of my Faith and my walk with Jesus! Let's
*never* stop proclaiming the truth of the gospel! I hope that, to my
dying day, I will continue to make "much ado" over what God has wrought
in Jesus Christ.
But, once again, I'm getting ahead of myself. More to come...