• 100 books every child should read - Part 2: Middle years

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  • "First i will show him that I am worthy. Then i willl ask for his mercy" ( Max Lucado " in the grip of grace")
    I will win his favor. Mercy earned is no mercy.
    The others didn't come?
    No! One chose to induldge, the other to judge, and the third to work.
    None of them chose our father....

    My only qualification for writing a book on grace is the clothing I wear. let me explain.
    For years I owned an elegant suit complete with coat,trousers, even a hat. I considered myself quite dapper in the outfit and was confident others agreed.
    The pants were cut from the cloth of my good works, sturdy fabric of deeds done and projects complete. Some studies here, some sermons there. Many people complemented my trousers and I confess, I tended to hitch them up in public so people would notice them.

    The coal was equally impressive. It was woven together from my convictions. Each day I dressed myself in deep feelings of religious fervor. My emotions were quite strong. So strong ,in fact, that I was often asked to model my cloak if zeal in public gatherings to inspire others.
    Of course I was happy to comply.
    While there I'd also display my hat, a feathered cap of knowledge. Formed with my own hands from the fabric of persona opinion, I wore it proudly.
    Surely God is impressed with my garments, I often thought.
    Occasionally I strutted into the presence so she could compliment the self-tailored wear. He never spoke, His silence must mean admiration, I convinced myself.

    But then my wardrobe began to suffer, The fabric of my trousers grew thin. My best works started coming unstitched, I began leaving more undone than done, and what little I did was nothing to boast about.

    No problem I thought, I will work harder.
    But working harder was a problem. There was a hole in my coat of convictions. My resolve was threadbare. A cold wind cut into my chest, I reached up to pull my hat down firmly and the brim.

    Over a period of of a few months, my wardrobe of self-rightcheousness, completely unraveled. I went from tailored gentlemen's apparel to beggar's rags. fearful that God might be angry at my tattered suit, I did my nest to stitch it together and cover my mistakes. But the cloth was so worn. And the wind was so icy. I gave up. I went back to God( where else could i go?)
    On a wintry thursday afternoon, I stepped into his presence, not for applause, but for warmth. My prayer was feeble.
    "I feel naked"
    "You are. NAd you have been for a long time".
    What he did next I'll never forget. " I have something ro give you" he said. He gently removed the remaining threads and thenthen picked up a rode, a regal robe, the clothing of his own goodness.
    He wrapped it around my shoulders. His words to me were tender.
    " My son, you are now clothed with Christ ( gal3:27)
    Though I'd sung the hymn a thousand times, I finally understood it:
    Dressed in his righteousness alone,
    faultless to stand before the throne

    I have a hunch that some of you know what I'm talking about.
    You're wearing a handmade wardrobe yourself. You've sewn your garments, and you're sporting your religious deeds...and, already, you've noticed a tear in the fabric. Before you start stitching yourself, together I'd like to share some thoughts with you on the greates discovery of my life, the grace of God.

    Max Lucado
    memorial day, 1996

  • 100 books every child should read - Part 2: Middle years

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