Grace and justice. Who’s more fun at a party?
Grace every time, right?
But who do we invite over when it’s our turn to host? Justice.
Justice arrives 45 minutes early, wearing a scowl. Then she outstays her welcome by several years. Grace whisks you away for a weekend break. She’s arranged your babysitters and insists on paying.
Justice hollers from the sidelines, “Harder, faster, stronger, not like that!” then pulls you from the team with a sigh of exasperation. Grace doesn’t seem to have noticed your match-losing incompetence. She’s made a banner with your name on it and shouts it with abandon: “WOOHOO!”
Justice helps you carry your load. Not literally of course. She provides clear instruction: “Straight back, bent legs… You’re lifting wrong, but don’t drop it – just four more flights. Chop chop.” Grace has called reception, tipped the porter, ordered cocktails and will meet you by the pool.
Justice gives a starving man a cook book. Grace gives him a steak.
Justice says: “Nearly there, don’t blow it now.” Grace says “It’s all in the past.”
Justice says: “Study hard.” Grace says “School’s out.”
Justice says: “I’ve been watching you.” Grace says “I can’t take my eyes off you.”
Justice says: “You’re on your own.” Grace says “You’re mine.”
Here’s to Grace..
Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. (Romans 5:1-2)