And somewhere, in the still of the night, a lonely human runs into Him. They've never actually met Him,
but they've heard of His unfathomable love. They reach out their hands as they have done to so
many others, hoping this time someone will reach back and pull them in. Strong hands encircle theirs, warm
around their cold, stiff fingers, and pull them in. Away from fear and guilt and pride and loneliness, and into
a warm embrace of all-forgiving, forgetful love.
The commandments showed the sinner that he needed this God... but here in this moment, when the slate
is cleared, they somehow seem less important than the forgiving love. Maybe I'm just being forgetful.
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elsewhere on the web:
read "Shiny Red Sports Car", an article on Grace
read "A Healer Without Latex Gloves", an article on Jesus.