The friend who quietly forgives my sin; the colleague who affirms when she could justly criticize—they make God’s grace more real than half a hundred sermons.

Grace is not just a distant, theological abstraction—a ledger cancellation in some far-off reckoning of sins. Heaven knew we’d never “get it” until grace became a human being whose words and arms and uncondemning love quick-bridged the chasm of our shame.

Give me one grace-filled Christian—holding, speaking, loving as did Jesus—and the future of the world begins to shift.

Night is swallowed up in morning. Fear evaporates beneath the blaze of grace. On such warm love the sun will never set.

And we shall all be changed.

So stay in grace.