Last week I met a lady who asked me to fax her food stamp renewal information.
I charged her $4.00. It should have been $5.00 but you know, she’s on food stamps.
The prices are listed on the door, so she knew coming in.
But the thing is, I could have done it for free and I didn’t.
She reeked of cigarettes and when she opened her purse I saw two packs.
At the time I thought, “If you can afford your smokes, you can pay for your fax.”
It was just the principle of the thing to me.
That night I tried to sleep but couldn’t stop thinking of her, how she was embarrassed, how she kept saying “Yes ma’am.”
I guess that $4.00 is going to haunt me.
For a long, long time.
Please help my principles and motivations trend towards grace, instead of the law.
I’m so guilty.
In Jesus name, amen.
In Christ alone my hope is found
He is my light, my strength, my song
This Cornerstone, this solid ground
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm
What heights of love, what depths of peace
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease
My Comforter, my All in All
Here in the love of Christ I stand
In Christ alone, who took on flesh
Fullness of God in helpless babe
This gift of love and righteousness
Scorned by the ones He came to save
‘Til on that cross as Jesus died
The wrath of God was satisfied
For every sin on Him was laid
Here in the death of Christ I live, I live
There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave He rose again
And as He stands in victory
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me
For I am His and He is mine
Bought with the precious blood of Christ
No guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me
From life’s first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny
No power of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from His hand
Till He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand
I will stand
I will stand, all other ground is sinking sand
All other ground, all other ground
Is sinking sand, is sinking sand
So I’ll stand