Thursday, September 13, 2007

Sin and Grace

I've been writing today about the words sin and grace, about how I'm drawn to the sound of grace and repelled by the sound of sin. Unfortunately it's not always because I hate my sin, but more because I hate being reminded of my sin, hate having my pride confronted with the truth that my sin is serious enough to merit God's wrath. I guess what I'm realizing is that grace does have a sweet sound, but that its sweetness is actually weakened when I ignore the abrasiveness of my sin. A few excerpts....

I hate the sound of the word sin. It is sharp and biting, its abruptness leaving no space for excuses or escape. It penetrates and condemns, the very sound of it like an arrow slicing the air and then piercing deep into the flesh. All have sinned and fall short of the glory of God. The wages of sin is death.

Grace is soft and round, slow and soothing. It slides off the tongue smoothly, the final sound dissolving into silence, so that the word itself seems to linger in the air, comforting, upholding. For it is by grace you have been saved. The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you. Sometimes, when I read the word grace, I hear it in a thick Scottish accent. I picture my hand in the weathered grip of an old Scottish pastor, imagine the sparkle in his warm eyes as he says: Grace to you, lassie, grace to you.

I like the sound of grace, but I can’t escape the reality of sin. It creeps up everywhere, boils up in fact from the deep places of my own heart.


Anonymous said...

Abby, I like your observations about the words sin and grace. It made me smile because I never would have voiced the thoughts the way you did but immediately knew what you meant. Love, Mom

sarah said...

Excellent, Abby. I love reading your posts ... and it's nice to see more of them! Thanks for the update too (and the pics, they're great!). Glad you liked the pesto recipe!