My story of grace starts with an admission I was wrong—lost, stubbornly resistant—and will be many times before my journey is complete.
In the overarching narrative of grace, there’s only One who ever got it truly right—only One who both believed and lived perfectly. It was Jesus—not me—who never needed to apologize, or make amends, or ask forgiveness for a fault.
And so the community that gathers around Him—the believers who follow Him wherever He goes—are men and women increasingly aware of their own brokenness. They know that every heart has corners where the Spirit doesn’t yet dwell—unredeemed attitudes, prejudices, rusting vats of bitterness. In grace, they bring these to the light where each may be identified, confessed, and yes, through grace forgiven.
A legal religion, more committed to correctness than redemption, will always chase away the broken and the flawed, for they can never seem to measure up. But Jesus says to all discouraged by their deficits in holiness, “Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavily burdened, and I will give you rest” (Matt 11:28).
By grace, we can still build communities where apologies abound and forgiveness flourishes. The future of our healing starts today.
So stay in grace.
–Bill Knott