Walk into any non or interdenominational church on a Sunday morning (or evening, which is when most of these churches hold their services these days), and you will most likely be met with a pleasing sight: throngs of young people in black fedoras, Justin Bieber haircuts, and ripped denim, all lifting their hands in worship of the Almighty. It’s an amazing sight to see in a generation that has such a desire to go its own way to ‘Carpe Diem’ and ‘Do As Thou Wilt‘ without regard for anyone or anything else. I know this picture well, not only because I attend one such church, but because I am one of them.
Every year, I get very reflective once Easter rolls around. Seriously – from Palm Sunday all the way to the Resurrection Sunday that follows, I find myself in an way overly reflective mood lol. This year, what stood out most in all my pondering was that the point of having Easter as a holiday is not just to celebrate Christ and his resurrection – Easter is also the story of Grace: forgiveness, mercy, freedom and life, all packaged into one beautiful gift, secured on a cross just for you and me.
If you’re anything like me, you’ve struggled to understand Grace. It is one of those things we say we believe in, but find difficult to accept in our own lives.