God, why have You chosen me to pour out Your blessings on? I am certainly no more deserving than countless others. If I have a superlative or distinguishing trait, it is only that I am most wicked. And yet, everywhere I go, You maketh me to lie down in green pastures, leadeth me beside the still waters and prepareth a table for me in the resence of mine enemies. My cup runneth over. Of billions of humans, , why have You given grace to me? You knew I would fail You. You knew I would heap up idols above You. You knew I would look at the cross, knowing what it means, and spit upon it. You knew that I would squander Your gifts and blessings, and seek to glorify myself rather than You. Is it my exceeding wickedness? Truly no man is without hope if You are willing and able to save one such as I. If it is my lot to be a trophy to the great extent of Your ability to forgive the greatest of sinners, so be it. But may I also be a testament to Your power to not just forgive, but change lives? Would You glorify Yourself by causing such a sinner to be such a saint? And yet how can I ask for more, when I have received so much. Regardless of what You do, from justly damning me to everlasting torment, or mercifully calling me to Your glorious presence forever, You are beautiful. In every way perfect. Just, yet merciful. Beyond comprehension, yet knowable. If sending me to Hell to bear unquenchable, unending pain and misery most glorifies You, then I await the flames. In the midst of my screams of pain, I will still say, “Praise Jehovah.”
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Beautifully written brother.
Remember Seth. He did not save you to make you a saint, No, He redeemed you to be His son! (Romans 8:29)
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