Grace. This word has been marinating in my spirit for several weeks now. I haven't studied it; I haven't been led to do that. The Spirit of God just keeps bringing it to the forefront of my mind. It keeps coming up and I keep mulling over it.
I sense this time of meditation, on this one word, is to help me better serve — with much deeper compassion than I have been. I believe the Holy Ghost is reminding me that none of us have arrived. We are all made of dust. And we all have feet of clay. Which I sometimes forget when observing the frailties of others — especially senior pastors and senior ministers.
But I am oh so very thankful for this reminder: Whenever we find ourselves in the midst of or captured by horrific sin, God's great grace is also there — in much, much greater abundance than the sin.