Grace is offered to all willingly and openly.  God stands with open arms welcoming all who heed to calling to repent and surrender, waiting, bidding you come and be forgiven.  You may be set free from the burden, chaos, control and price of sin on your life, having your debts cancelled and sins washed clean by the redeeming blood of Jesus Christ the Lord.  The is no grander gift, than the blood of the righteous and rightful King given as ransom for His beloved creation.  Given so that even the wicked may turn from their sin in repentance and find sufficient grace and abundance in eternity spent with Almighty God.

Forgiven, does that mean what we believe that it means?  Our sins forgotten, separated from us, removed without trace like tar and feathers from a tarnished, snake oil peddler.  Gone, never to be remembered, made new, made whole, healed, saved, cleansed for a timely appointment with an everlasting savior.  I mourn for this world that buckles to the breaking point from the weight of our collective and individual transgression.  Babies murdered, families forgotten, bodies polluted with unholy sex, drink and drugs, people left to suffer in their misery all for the price of power, greed and prominence.  He loves them dearly, enough that He died for them, in their place, waiting until the very last minute to allow them to recognize and accept His standing invite.  What a God that we serve, who would suffer such indignation for the love of men.  He is truly beyond my reckoning.

Father, we cannot go on yet we know nothing else but the wondering of our inescapable thirst, unquenchable hunger and insatiable desire for fulfillment.  Our disobedience is total, there is no innocence left that we have yet to plunder, no pledge inviolate nothing sacrosanct.  We have reached the bottom and having no where left to go we shall soon turn on each other, biting, gnashing, cannibalizing our brothers for the price of breathing room.  Father I ask you to forgive them, draw them near to you so they may see the unwieldy price of their unrepentant sin.  Make of them workers for the coming harvest so that they might someday see Your face or be comforted.  I sing of Your Wondrous Grace knowing my voice is too small, too whimsical, too frail to make any difference above the deafening moans of humanity, but somehow my loving whispers and hums will reach your ears and perhaps bring a smile to Your brow.  I love You and that is more than enough.  Sing of the King, A King who gave everything for those He loved so that He might show them the way to receive His Love in person forever.  Jesus, My God and My King.