Yesterday I wrote about being fed up with all the craziness in America. Ever since then I have felt a certain level of gratefulness and shame that is greater than the growing sorrowful frustration I have in the State of the Union. I confess that I know myself, in many ways, like those that now mar the public image of America. For many years in my youth, I was every bit the living wretch I now see daily on my many screens. Oh, what grace spared me from cell phone cameras, videos, and public exposure. There are only two people that know and remember all the sorrowful depravity of the years of my youth; me, who live it and God who not only forgave me and disciplined me but then gave me an abundant life I could never have imagined when I was screaming down the highway to hades looking for it. What Amazing Grace I was FREELY given that no one had a camera to film those years.
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| The second greatest grace of my life was even in the midst of my wretchedness this angel married me. |
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