I read a great article this past week addressing the question of heaven and who’s going there. The answer was surprising:
“Those who can stand it.”
Those who can stand what the love of God really means and what grace really looks like, who then receive, redistribute and strive to live in it. It gave me a lot to think about. Can I stand it? Surely not on my own.
Because real love and real grace are messy; there’s nothing tidy about them at all.
I used to believe I could come reasonably close to grasping how deep and wide is the love of Christ but the longer I live, the more I see how each and every time I think I’m getting close, I flat out miss it.
I need real love. I need real grace. In order to give it,
I need to receive it in all it’s messy glory.
Let me tell you more…