2 In-Amenthians

It's not often I let my poetic side out, but as I was reading His word and Paul's letter to the church of Corinth, I couldn't help but be lulled by the sheer elegance of his writing. So heres my letter to the church of In-Amen :P

It has taken quite the journey and considerable time for the Good Lord to alas grant me the faintest understanding of His grace. Although I have chipped but a crumb off the mountain of His understanding, it was beyond enough to realize how hopelessy yet beautifully dependent the human condition is. For those, myself included, so naive as to insist that they have drank every last drop out of the well of His mercy, I tell you now that my ability to sit here and write this as well as your ability to sit there and read it without the worry of being scooped off your feet and thrown into a pool of eternal flame is more than sufficient proof that no other pool is more abundantly replenished.

The term "grace like rain" could never be more literal in the sense of opulence as well as the unmeritted downpour of life on valueless beings such as ourselves. It is because of this grace that Paul could plead for deliverence in one instant and boast of his weakness in the next. "And he said unto me, 'My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.'" (2 Corinthians 12:9) Not only is our impotence perfected, but we may revel in how impotent we really are. How great is our God!

He Giveth More Grace

He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength when the labors increase;
To added affliction He addeth His mercy;
To multiplied trials, His multiplied peace.

When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources,
Our Father's full giving is only begun.

Fear not that thy need shall exceed His provision,
Our God ever yearns His resources to share;
Lean hard on the arm everlasting, availing;
The Father both thee and thy load will upbear.

His love has no limit; His grace has no measure.
His pow'r has no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus,
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again!

-Annie Johnson Flint

Submerged in His mercy, drowned by His grace...
-Hoon