"When grace descends, the world falls silent before it"
-Philip Yancey
Likewise, when grace descends upon me, a find myself speechless: neither are their words of excuse, a reception of grace is an admission of guilt, nor words of confesssion, all is known.
How hard it is to put to death that which is not of Him, but how much more wonderful to recieve that which is of Him. Lord, daily, but to death that which is not of You, and, in its place, build upon the foundation you have laid within me - Your son, crucified and buried, raised again to newness of life. How blessed are those that are built into a spiritual dwelling; we long for you to indwell us as a community.
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