God Not Only Loves Me As I

This Is The God Of The Gospel Of Grace. A God Who, Out Of Love For Us, Sent The Only Son He Ever Had Wrapped In Our Skin. He Learned How To Walk, Stumbled And Fell, Cried For His Milk, Sweated Blood In The Night, Was Lashed With A Whip And Showered With Spit, Was Fixed To A Cross, And Died Whispering Forgiveness On Us All.

The Cultural Propaganda Embodied In Two Liquor Advertisements, "living Well Is The Best Revenge" And "sip It With Arrogance," Have A Curious, Perhaps Demonic Appeal. Consumerism Indeed Has Its Own Spirituality.

My Trust In God Flows Out Of The Experience Of His Loving Me, Day In And Day Out, Whether The Day Is Stormy Or Fair, Whether I'm Sick Or In Good Health, Whether I'm In A State Of Grace Or Disgrace. He Comes To Me Where I Live And Loves Me As I Am.

We Miss Jesus' Point Entirely When We Use His Words As Weapons Against Others.

The Gospel Of Grace Nullifies Our Adulation Of Televangelists, Charismatic Superstars, And Local Church Heroes. It Obliterates The Two-class Citizenship Theory Operative In Many American Churches. For Grace Proclaims The Awesome Truth That All Is Gift. All That Is Good Is Ours, Not By Right, But By The Sheer Bounty Of A Gracious God.