Such a simple thought, really.

I’ve been to churches where they preach, “You’re going to hell! Repent!”

Funny thing is, the most important aspect to the Gospel is not even preached in most churches. Grace.

Because I don’t know about you, but grace is all I need.

Grace wins. Every time.

I realized something profound today, if you could call it that.

As Christians, many times our faith is ironic. Life is a beautiful field of flowers skipping merrily with our vending machine God. It’s like we pull a trigger and see what we get. We’re happy with our low, materialistic lifestyle.

God is constantly in pursuit. Of me. Of you. All of us. And yet the only times we pursue God is when we want God to be our cosmic vending machine.

The truth?

There is nothing about you and I that would logically make sense for God to pursue us. Nothing. And yet, He does.

That’s that irony.

A beautiful irony.

Have you ever had one of those moments where a lot of different things come together and you instantly know it was God?

Yeah. That happened to me today.

The question is…why are we surprised?

I mean, what makes us so caught off-guard about the fact that God did what He said He would do?