I heard a great sermon on grace this morning, preached as I walked my daughter’s golden retriever, Rex.
First, there was the sunrise as the night sky gave way to the day. I remembered something Jesus said about the sun rising on both the evil and the good (Matthew 5:45). Experiencing a new day was a gift from God, completely independent of how good or bad (most likely bad) I was yesterday. That’s grace.
All kinds of birds were singing as we walked past the neighbor’s flower gardens, a reminder of God’s provision. Jesus also said that if God feeds the birds and adorns the flowers, then we don’t have to worry about what we’ll eat or drink or wear. An anxiety-free day? That’s a gift from God. That’s grace.
Warmed up, we walk faster and my breathing gets a little heavier, a reminder that I am alive. Jesus, too, was a living, breathing person, walking just like me. He walked and taught, walked and healed, and walked to the place where he was crucified, the ultimate expression of love and grace.
It’s cool the way God can sneak a little sermon into a walk around the block!
Waite for it... 