Buck the System of Complacency

Scandal of Grace. Have you heard that song? Have you felt that you are wrapped up in a scandal where you are more often than not on the receiving end of God’s grace? Not earned. Not deserving. Not worthy. 

I’m there. Every second, I am there. And I meet people out on that edge, so I feel better about my junk because it’s sometimes a little shinier than the guy next to me. But really, it’s still junk. 
Even now as I type these words, do I believe it? Do I think I am undeserving? When I’m handed trust and opportunity, is there a place at the back of my brain that whispers, “you did this. You earned this. Well done”? 
No. 
Not enough. 
And yes. 
But I’m a work in progress. I’ve stood up in the boat, and I am hunched forward, hands gripping the walls- the wood refusing to yield under pressure. My eyes a deadlock on Jesus, and though he is a ways off, I know he is walking on the water, and I know what I’m to do. My eyes a deadlock on Jesus. He’s not letting go. I’m not letting go. 
My leg is over the sideā€¦
Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”