I started reading Philip Yancey's "What's So Amazing About Grace" at the beach last weekend. One chapter into the book and I was almost wishing that I didn't bring it with me.
What it keeps on saying is true. Grace leads to forgiveness, and that is the most unnatural act for us human beings. We yearn for justice. We yearn for payment for doing wrong. At least when we are the wronged party. And yet when we look back to what God has done for us, we cannot help but be humbled by the fact that he has doled out his grace to us. He has forgiven us for something more than anyone can ever to do us.
Throughout my stay at the beach, I experienced grace in subtle ways.
The perfect beach weather - warm sun, calm seas, relaxing ambiance. All these combined made me feel and realize that there is no choice but to show the same grace that has been given me.
The kind people around me. All of them - except my cousin - I didn't know but the whole stay was just a laid back affair the whole time. No pressure. No pretentions.
Going back to the city, the driver of the resort's van gave us a tip - he took us to the main pier where the fare is way cheaper compared to the fare from the beach. He even asked the boat guys if they could give us a discount - and get one we did.
Even when I got back to the city, I had tiny encounters with grace. Before going to work, I made my usual stop at Krispy Kreme to get coffee. It didn't arrive as quickly as it used to and guess what, they gave me a free donut. Coincidentally, the girl's name is Grace.
These little things may seem inconsequential to some, but a line from the book keeps jumping at me. Grace is getting more than what you deserve. Sometimes, it is even getting something that you do not deserve (in a good way, that is).
I am not the most "grace-ful" of people. Neither am I the most "hate-ful." Yet there is something in me which craves for justice. Somehow, I think it must ease the pain. Then the book - I am not yet done, by the way - comes back to mind. I know in my heart of hearts that I have no choice but to show grace. How or when, I have no idea. I do know, however, that forgive I must...otherwise, I will never be able to get past anything.
This thing called grace is horrifying, and perhaps that's what makes it all the more amazing.