My Friend Blair On Grace

I have read this book a couple of times about grace and it says something like this.  Grace is this:  There is a building and it's the most beautiful building on earth and everyone wants to be in there.  It's perfect in every way, but not like TBN with gold seats and overdone makeup, truly perfect and amazing.  And all the people in there are perfect too, also in every way.  They have the best conversations, laugh harder and longer than the rest of us, and they all have the most beautiful bodies you have ever seen.  Outside the building is all of us, and we're really really ugly, noses falling off, open wounds, missing limbs.  And we're boring, in the worst way, I mean John Kerry boring, and we never laugh and are miserable and all we want to do is go in the building, but we're not perfect so we would ruin it.  But one day the perfect building's doors open and all the beautful people inside invite us all in and hug us and talk with us and you would never know we were any different and it's amazing.  But we didn't change at all.  We're still the same ugly, deformed, broken and generally dead people that we were before, but for some reason that just doesn't matter to the people in the perfect building.  And that's grace, we change nothing, but Jesus dead and ressurected changed the game entirely and the doors are wide open and all we do is just walk in. 

Maybe that's cheesy, but I always found it to be rather profound, I mean the grace I grew up with was God accepts you just the way you are, but then, man you better get to changing once you get in the building, make a U turn if you will, but that's not grace at all.  Foolish Galatians I think is what Paul said about that theology.  Anyway, I think grace is really big, and truly, probably more frightening than we can even begin to imagine, but good to continue to think about.  Peace, Blair

Now Blair I know I didn't ask you if I could do this. But don't go and sue(spll?) me for it