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Articles In This Series:
- Paul
- Being and Calling
- The Gospel of God
- The Holy Scriptures
- A Long Waiting
- True Beyond Measure
- Gospel Borders
- A Power Not Our Own
- A Communion of Saints
- Rooted
- Trees Walking
- A Debtor
- Unashamed of the Gospel
- Righteousness Comes from God
- Comes the Mystery
- A Stirring of Wonder
- A Deepening Dark
- Life His Love Has Made
- Learning Him – Living Him
- Love’s Resonance
- A Story Without Corners
- Sometimes We Breathe Unheeding
- Things Are as They Are
- That Day
- That Unblinking Eye
- Beware the Leaven
- The Oracles of God
- The Faithfulness of God
- Our Redeemer Lives!
- Under Sin
- That Every Mouth May be Stopped
- But Now …
- In Christ Alone
- Glorious Grace
- The Mercy Seat
- Perspective
- Through Faith
- No Boasting
- No Distinctions
- The Stranger
- Famine
- Abundance
- Living for the Long Haul
- Count the Stars
- A One-Sided Covenant
- The Offspring of Human Initiative
- Keeping Covenant
- Rumors of Angels
- Pure Gift
- The Accounting
- True Faith
- Being Justified … We Have …
- The Press
- Love Beyond Degree
- Reasoning From Faith
- Through One Man
- A New Life and a New Land
- Learning to Love on Our Knees
- Made to Grow Together
- The Vine Life
- The Power of Obedience
- Living Into Being
- Sin Can’t Tell You How to Live
August 17, 2008
Taken From: Romans 2
Illustration by Grace Ellen Schiel
I am responsible for large things
in a small place.
I am here to blow on coals
glowing toward cool.
I travel with others, breath by
dusty breath, toward a different place.
Sometimes we breathe unheeding,
blessings taken for granted.
We fail to know ourselves, needs
as common as any sparrow.
We think we are not like others,
that we deserve special favor,
a misdiagnosis that blinds us
to the truth about ourselves.
A word of grace clears our vision
calls us to repentance.
Praise, a jewel that outshines
all ordinary jewels, rises.
We get there on our knees.
in a small place.
I am here to blow on coals
glowing toward cool.
I travel with others, breath by
dusty breath, toward a different place.
Sometimes we breathe unheeding,
blessings taken for granted.
We fail to know ourselves, needs
as common as any sparrow.
We think we are not like others,
that we deserve special favor,
a misdiagnosis that blinds us
to the truth about ourselves.
A word of grace clears our vision
calls us to repentance.
Praise, a jewel that outshines
all ordinary jewels, rises.
We get there on our knees.
DAS
