I have dyslexia. I used to wonder why God would call me to write this column with a learning disorder. I spend more time proof reading for typos and reordering ideas to flow. But Grace is the power to do something bigger than you could ever do on your own. [restrict]
I used to work with people who were doing exactly what they wanted to do. It had a great impact on me. They worked hard doing exactly what they were called to do and felt privileged to do so. They respected each others’ work knowing they needed one another to reach a goal. Salary was never a subject. I worked with an extraordinary man, ten years younger than me. When he was awarded a grant for his project, he included me in his team. I felt insecure and inadequate. But he encouraged me, “You are the right person for the task because you will do what I can’t do.” He redeemed a skill in me that needed to come out and play. When the project was completed and the company awarded him and his team, I was recognized and awarded along with the best of them. That was GRACE.
Jeff Vanvonderen describes in his book, “Families Where Grace Is in Place…”, how many of us feel inadequate and unable to do what we are called to do and to be. Basically because we try to be something we’re not or what we were not called to do. When we self-righteously insist on our calling, we become mechanical like the Tinwood Man in the Wizard of Oz – no heart. He needed oil (applause and approval) to lubricate his sense of worth. He wasn’t playing. Playing is doing exactly what we were born to do. Dr. Jim Wilder interpret Ezekiel 34 – I’m paraphrasing, “the good shepherd will seek out his hurting, sick, and crippled sheep, heal them and send them out to the green pasture to play.” Green pasture symbolizes your calling. For example, Lewis Kaluu’s lyrics are so playful yet profound because he was playing. This is Grace.
Grace is an unmerited favor. We can’t earn grace. We don’t look for grace. Grace finds us [like serendipity]… a pleasant surprise. Grace humbles us and develops in us an attitude of gratitude, wiping out our sense of entitlement.
I asked my nephew, “Ngerang me sel dolisechakl e dosmechokl er a chad eng blechoel el omdasue el kmo kedou ngeroel ma lechub eng chetid ngii?” Eng kmo, “Le sei a ki muldengelii ra ki’m ngalk… ngdiak a tal loleker er kid le kede rirellii a ungil tekoi, ngdi sel de rellii a mekngit. Me sel moleker ea kuasei ngera k’mla tomellii e mo defensive e miss out ra ungil tekoi el sebechek el suuebii.” His uncle said to him, “Morrenges, e Ollei e tilchal m’ngarngi a ki blarengii el mei.” Only those blind in the spirit, hardened with hatred and unforgiveness, will miss the significance of grace even when it stares them in the face.
My grandson said of God’s grace, “Ollek, Grandma, ngkal Jesus a meral heavy!” Takes my breath away! [/restrict]