walking. waiting. wanting more.

You know sometimes life just seems to catch up with you and you fall to your knees and scream, "Come and get me...undo all the wrong that is in this world, provide for the poor, adopt the orphan's, heal the lame, Lord, Come and get us, truly save us."

Have you been at that place lately? If not, its coming... How do I know this? Life will find you out, pain will seek you out, sin will be revealed. Sin finds us all. There is no escape of pain, from most righteous to the most wicked. We are bent, broken and pain will find us.

Its in these times I am used up, spent, I find something, I can't exactly put my finger on it, but something happens to my soul.

Take today for example, I am sitting at chipotle my mind is wondering (thanks for sitting in silence with me connie) about God's justice. Across the restaurant, I see a crippled man who is in a wheelchair, unable to move any limbs, saliva coming from his mouth and I think to myself, "God, why can you take this from him..." Before I can finish this thought, a older man walks up to this middle age man in the wheelchair and begins to feed this big dirty burrito to him. I bet if you ask the older man, maybe this guys father or friend, why he does what he does, his response would have been something along the lines of, " I do this cause this is what I do, he teaches me to live, he is everything to me." Right, we have all known somebody like this. We have all seen extreme makerover Home edition. We all know, that life is lived most when we sacrifice something. When we help the poor, care for the lame, bring the medicine of laughter to someone sick, help a elderly woman buy groceries, we see just why Christ hasn't taken us home yet. I believe its in these time of great stress and great pain, where the sin of the world is heavy on our soul, that Grace is being revealved through the love of Christ for the whole world. No doubt, pain will find us, but followed closely by the Grace.

I almost feel like I should explain Grace. When I think of Grace, I sometimes envision a church sermon and an alter call where Grace has been hijacked by a Baptist minister claiming God's doesn't want to send you to Hell, but will if you don't come down to the front.

Grace, in my mind is the love of the Father being showed to you through the pain that is in this world. Grace is the color of the paint that our life is created with, its something that you can't get away from. Its all encompassing, its engulfing, its renewing, its truly is a mystery. We are the Grace Givers. We are the one's who with are very lives get to bring God to life in this world. We, the Church can bring the Kingdom. Let us, groan with all creation and usher in Heaven. Come, Lord Jesus, Come.