Grace

Bono said that grace is the central concept of Christianity. He said most other religions are about Karma. But if Karma is the standard people like him are sunk.

I couldn't agree more. By natural law, by Jewish law, by Muslim law, by Christian rule, by Buddhist code, by Hindu Karma, I'm screwed. Pick one; I've blown it too far already.

Muslim and Jewish law set up so many rules, I can't possibly comply. I've wounded too many people. I've complained too many gifts. I've profaned too many holies. Lied, belied, denied, hidden, lusted, coveted, taken advantage of, wounded. I've even committed deep spiritual offenses. I'm not interested in any arguments that start with the words, no, but, or at least. I know myself more than anyone else and even if you excuse all the codes and morals, there are natural laws that I have flouted. I won't list them here, but suffice to say, even an anti-religious atheist would find them wrong. If nothing else, I have condemned myself and no one can undo a sentence one has passed on oneself.

There is nothing left for me but grace. Favor granted in spite of offense. Mercy. Without this, I have no hope of redemption. But in the depths of this bloody hell, I have assurances that this grace is mine. Do I believe it? Barely. Do I doubt it? Yes. And that too is more fuel for the fire of my condemnation. Even as I type it, I can hear Aslan's roar of indignation that I would cast doubt on his word. And I tremble and fall on his grace again. While he may have removed my sins from me, I still see them clearly. I pray that my fleshly eyes will die to be replaced by his pure glass ones that see only as things are.

In the meantime, I cling to that grace. I try to believe it and I try to step one at a time. If there is good in me, if others see good in me, it is not of my doing. This is the extent of my faith.