(This is a piece I wrote a few years ago after meditating on 1 Corinthians 15:10. It amazed me how quickly the words came, and it always seems to get a surprising (to me) response. I recently received a very nice note about it from someone I’ve never met. Since I’m traveling today, I thought I’d share it with you. I hope it’s an encouragement. And, of course, if you are encouraged by it, I would be encouraged if you would encourage somebody else with it by clicking “Share This” below. Most of all, I hope you can say it’s your testimony, too.)
I am a product of grace.
No measure of performance could ever achieve in a lifetime
what the grace of God performed in an instant.
No failure to perform could erase
what the Spirit of God has completed for all of eternity.
I am a product of grace.
No nod of any human’s approval could compare with the fulfillment, the joy,
the wonder of knowing my Heavenly Father has turned His face toward me.
No amount of mortal rejection can change the fact that my Lord God
has made me accepted in the Beloved.
I am a product of grace.
No sin of the past, no matter how grave,
can resist the transforming power of a Risen Lord.
No future failure can change the fact that I am an heir of God, a joint heir with Jesus Christ.
I am a product of grace.
No situation, no pain, no frustration can rob me of my hope.
No force without or within can deny or change the fact that I am a new creation in Christ –
that every old thing is passed away and everything has become new.
I am a product of grace.
And grace never sleeps. It never gets tired or weak, old or crippled.
It’s as new as the sunrise, and as powerful today as it was the first Easter.
Grace is my testimony and I its trophy. There is never a time when grace is not
covering my sin or revealing me as God’s work of art.
I am a product of grace. And I have a story to tell.
Once I was lost, but now I’m found.
Marvelous!
Once I was blind, but now I see.
Infinite!
Once I was afraid, now I am at peace.
Matchless!
I am what I am. That’s grace.
But I am not yet what I will be. That, too, is grace.
Oh, how amazing!
Grace.
Rag. Now there’s an every-day word.
