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He Knows

Emmanuel, God with us. He came so we may have life. He came to know the human experience. He came to die so that we may have a relationship with Him. He came to give us all; Grace.  For some of us we may never believe we deserve grace. The call to faith is too great for many. For others, accepting something for nothing just doesn’t make sense. It is the greatest gift, receiving redemption even though we don’t deserve it. From the beginning of creation our Father has wanted relationship with us and He has had a plan all along.

Psalm 103: 13 As a father has compassion on his children,
so the Lord has compassion on those who fear him;

14 for he knows how we are formed,
he remembers that we are dust.


He knows. That is grace to me. That He knows where I have come from, where I am going and He loves me anyway. He knows I am dirt, and yet He still holds His arms open wide, celebrating me. In Psalm 103:3-5 it says the benefits of God are forgiveness, healing, redemption, love, compassion, and He wants to satisfy the desires of our hearts. He knows. He knows you don’t deserve it. You can’t earn grace, He knows what you have done and where you have been. He knows we are dirt.

And even though He knows: He still came, He still lived. He still died. He still rose from the grave. And He is still coming back for us.

Of all the gifts we have received this and every holiday season. The greatest gift is grace. It is for you and everyone, it is for the world. It is ours for the receiving.


This is an original post from the Grace Project on the Canvas Church blog Canvas Rhapsody.


Round Table

A few days ago I was at a local coffee shop sitting around a table with some amazing people. Just a few tables over were some more amazing people. I call them amazing because at 7:30 on a Monday night, all of them were making plans for ways to serve God’s people. They are the Body of Christ.

Do you know the stories of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table? In brief, King Arthur would hold meetings with his most noble advisors, Knights, and warriors to make plans for their kingdom. The table was round to signify that no one person was the head, all were considered equal in standing.

This makes me think of Monday night and the many round table opportunities I have had over the last few months. I have sat around tables in restaurants, coffee shops and homes. I have sat on patio furniture, lounge chairs and leather couches. In every place, was an intentional time and place and people I was meant to know, love and share in grace with. God had a plan for us to be together. A plan to discuss Kingdom business.

I don’t know when I stopped believing in coincidences. I have heard and shared in too many conversations to believe that our time together as believers is an accident. And when I am with you I know God has brought you, brought me, to this place at this time for a purpose. For His purpose. He amazes me with the people He brings into my life. How creative He has been in transforming, freeing so many. The testimonies we all share of how a life that never should have been around that table are there discussing His beauty.

So, it’s time to be intentional, my friends. We are His warriors, His knights, His children, coming together around tables discussing Kingdom business. We are a mighty people. We are amazing.

Open Arms

Grace has been on my mind a lot lately. Maybe because I need it so badly on a daily basis. I feel like the prodigal daughter that runs away at the beginning of every day and has to come home to her father at the end of every night. And there He is, open arms, throwing a feast.

I am not good at giving grace to people. Sometimes when I run in the park I look at people and wonder why they don’t work harder. I think terrible things about how people should make more of an effort. If they really cared they would do more. I know, they are terrible thoughts.

Doesn’t the church do that though? Don’t we think things like “if they loved God, they would be here more/do more?” I once had someone tell me that if I really loved God as much as I say I do, I would quit smoking. I have heard Jesus’ people tell Jesus’ people that they didn’t have enough faith, or they had too much sin or they just weren’t doing enough. Sometimes, I think we forget the fact that we are all prodigal sons and daughters.

I have recently come to feel like it is time to understand that I am home, welcomed and justified by my Father’s love. And because I am home, I am called to become as grace filled as the father in the prodigal son story. It is my turn to openly love, accept and celebrate the lives of Jesus’ people.

We forget grace is free. We are too worried that people will get away with something that we don’t approve of. We don’t always except God’s justice plan, redemption or death. We find it more important that people feel our pain than receive grace. The truth is, no one is too far from becoming the prodigal once again, needing to bury our pride and head home. We are also never too far from an opportunity to become the father and give a little grace when it is undeserved. (Parable of the Lost Son)

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