Today I’m linking up with Meredith Bernard for Woman2Woman Wednesday where we are writing about grace and what grace means to us. Of course, my blog is about how my relationship with God affects my relationship with money, so I’m taking a look today at what grace means in light of this.
Jesus died so I could have my house.
I know (you think I’m crazy), but follow the rantings of a sleep deprive new momma. When I saw Meredith’s question: what does grace mean to me? , my first inclination was to give the textbook answer – grace is the unmerited favor of God. And that’s absolutely true. Nothing wrong with that definition right there.
But grace is also our freedom.
For sin shall not be master over you, for you are not under law but under grace. (Romans 6:14 NASB)
I am so very glad not to be under the law, with its imperfect sacrifices and ritual cleansings and constant judgement. Under the old law, you could never be good enough. In fact, we weren’t good enough and God knew we would never be good enough, so finally a perfect sacrifice was offered instead. Jesus died to wash away my sins once and for all, because the old law never could.
How in the world did I deserve to have such a precious thing done for my eternal soul? Well, I didn’t deserve it. It was a gift. It was God’s grace that covered me. And through Christ’s death, it’s clear to me that grace is actually unconditional love.
Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends. (John 15:13 NASB)
So here’s the really humbling connection – Jesus died for my sins. I bought a house to keep up with the Joneses, which is nothing more than being greedy or covetous. Jesus died so I could have my house. Wow.
So that’s what grace means to me. Grace = love = ultimate sacrifice. And it’s something I don’t deserve and all too often overlook.