Trust Is That Rare And Priceless Treasure

One Of The The Loveliest Lines I Have Ever Read Comes From Brother Roger, The Prior Of The Protestant Monks Of Taize, France: 'assured Of Your Salvation By The Unique Grace Of Our Lord Jesus Christ.' It Is Still Difficult For Me To Read These Words Without Tears Filling My Eyes. It Is Wonderful.

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.

I Want Neither A Terrorist Spirituality That Keeps Me In A Perpetual State Of Fright About Being In Right Relationship With My Heavenly Father Nor A Sappy Spirituality That Portrays God As Such A Benign Teddy Bear That There Is No Aberrant Behavior Or Desire Of Mine That He Will Not Condone. I Want A Relationship With The Abba Of Jesus, Who Is Infinitely Compassionate With My Brokenness And At The Same Time An Awesome, Incomprehensible, And Unwieldy Mystery.

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.

Childlike In Faith Means The Daily Acknowledgment Of Utter Dependence And That I Owe My Life And Being To Another.