Quotes About Grace

When discussing wrath, we must see that God has always been a God of grace. To take away the dark side of God makes religious people mad. They want to kill somebody, so they want their god to kill somebody. But God has no desire to inflict pain or agony on anyone. He came to rescue you from sin, death and self-destruction.

We are now passively growing in this love, but understand that you already fully possess love as a believer. How is this so? Because God is Love. …

He became sin so you could be holy. He was broken so you could be whole. He was a man of sorrow, so you could have joy. He was bruised for your iniquity. He fasted so you could feast. By His stripes, you were healed. He bore poverty, so you could righteously prosper. He felt orphaned so you could be adopted as sons. Let us begin to see Him not so much as a teacher or moral guide, but as one who stepped in and took our place.

He is most glorified when you receive what He has done for you. He did not say, "This is the cup of the New Covenant, now go tread some more grapes." He simply said, "Drink ye all of it" (Matt. 26:27-28). Your job description is not helper, assistant or even co-laborer as much as it is drinker. As John Piper often says, God is most glorified in you when you are most satisfied in Him.

God didn't come to fix anybody. He came to kill them and resurrect them from the dead.

Likewise, it's never just to cause trouble or be intentionally divisive. It's just that fun needs to be recovered to Christendom.

Part of maturing is knowing the difference between striving and actively moving in the unforced rhythms of grace. Fruitfulness all flows from a happy, ecstatic impulse toward our divine calling.

But if the striving toil of self-effort is involved, it ceases to be faith.

We have to see the entire Bible through Pauline eyes. It is the message of grace. A message of righteousness that comes through trusting, not from striving or contending. Furthermore, it is a message that the cross does more than forgive sins. It eradicates the inward propensity toward sin. It does not put you on a road toward union with God. It accomplishes that union in one ultimate stroke. This is the scandal.

What does this mean? Believe you are full, thanks to Christ, and you will be what you really are … full! As

Repentance is not the price tag for salvation; it is a first fruit of salvation.

I'm not pressing in anymore. I've been pressed into. I'm not contending anymore. I've been contended for. I'm not a God chaser anymore. I've been chased down, roped, hogtied, bagged and dragged. I'm not appropriating what I have. It's mine. I'm not getting closer to God. He's like a Siamese twin. I'm not even seeking God anymore. He found me.

Let go into His arms until you find yourself obsessed on things divine

Sin pressed on her. He held her like forgiveness. "Poor child," he said. "Lost. But no more.

A perfect image was like a gift of grace, but sin would always be swiftly punished. A sort of Calvinist dogma, where you never knew when you were right, but must be constantly vigilant against error.

It is that flavor exuded by women who have fashioned an earthy and simplified sexual adjustment to their environment, borne their young, achieved an unthinking physical confidence. They are often placidly unkempt, even grubby, taking no interest in the niceties of posture. They have a slow relish for the physical spectrum of food, sun, deep sleep, the needs of children, the caressess of affection. There is a tiny magnificance about them, like the sultry dignity of she-lions.

Everything is unhindered, clouds gracefully floating up to the peaks, the moonlight glitteringly flowing down mountain streams.

Being annoyed by anything is an anesthetic to grace and goodness. Instead, let annoyance be love that kisses you with broken lips. Only your tenderness toward it is its balm.

Horses are creatures who worship the earth as they gallop on feet of ivory. Constrained by the wonder of dying and birth, the horses still run, they are free.

No spring nor summer's beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one Autumnal face....

No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace,As I have seen in one autumnal face.

Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun,Which was my sin, though it were done before?Wilt thou forgive that sin; through which I run,And do run still: though still I do deplore?When thou hast done, thou hast not done,For, I have more.

Now God comes to thee, not as in the dawning of the day, not as in the bud of the spring, but as the sun at noon to illustrate all shadows, as the sheaves in harvest, to fill all penuries, all occasions invite his mercies, and all times are his seasons.

That thou remember them, some claim as debt; I think it mercy, if thou wilt forget.