Saturday, January 4, 2014

"God forgives, not meagerly or stintingly, but royally, gracefully, abundantly."

…. Wherein He hath made us accepted in the beloved.  In Whom we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of His grace, which He lavished upon us.
Ephesians 1:6-8

Grace be unto you, and peace, from Him who is, and who was, and who is to come; and from the seven Spirits which are before His throne; and from Jesus Christ, the faithful witness, and the first begotten from the dead, and the Prince of the kings of the earth.  Unto Him that loved us, and washed us from our sins in His own blood…
Revelation 1:4-5

Behold Him there the risen Lamb,
My perfect spotless righteousness,
The great unchangeable I AM,
The King of glory and of grace,
One with Himself I cannot die.
My soul is purchased by His blood,
My life is hid with Christ on high,
With Christ my Savior and my God!

        Our Father instantly and freely forgives us according to the riches of His grace.  He is only too ready to forgive.  He yearns over the wayward and stubborn, who keep their faces averted from His. 
        As the hungry sea frets down the line of cliff to find an aperture through which to pour itself, and seethes and sobs until it find room; so does the love of God wait impatiently outside our hearts till we open to it in confession and repentance.  Then God forgives, not meagerly or stintingly, but royally, gracefully, abundantly.  His forgiveness is worthy of Himself, proportioned to the wealth of His glorious being, and according to the riches of His grace.  He does more than forgive; He "remembers no more."  He does more than forget; He sets the joybells ringing, and cries, "Let us make merry."  He does more then this:  He insets the scars of our sins with jewels~ where sin abounded His grace abounds much more~ and all because of the Blood that has set free this wealth of mercy.

      How could I be anything but quite happy if I believed always that all the past is forgiven, and all the present furnished with power, and all the future bright with hope, because of the same abiding facts, which don't change with my mood, do not crumble, because I totter and stagger at the promise through unbelief, but stand firm and clear with their peaks of pearl cleaving the air of Eternity, and the bases of their hills rooted unfathomably in the Rock of God?

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