Contemplating Bonhoeffer more and focusing on Jesus, I wrote this Tuesday.
Grace, Held Each Day
I accept this grace with eyes wide open,
Fully knowing the value, the steep price paid.
Today I am full of grace, given freely to me.
Grace at a great price—so great—I know.
With prayerful eyes, I hold unto grace,
Still, my eyes opened, seeing the Word,
Grace accepted freely with open eyes, grace valued richly.
When we miss the Word, and stay only in this world,
We lose sight of the value, the costs, the costly pearl.
The mortal enemy of our Body, this grace may be cheapened,
The call missed,
The sin justified, but sinner floundering freely,
Unaware of the sin, condemned, but not yet confessed.
Where then is real remorse?
Where do we yet repent?
Where is repentance as we are stuck in this world,
the Word lost,
the Living Word carelessly denied?
Like some cheap, flimsy cover-up we throw over a revealing swimsuit,
We comfort ourselves in grace-not-grasped.
This grace—a system, a principle, a tenet—not personal,
It fools us.
When we miss the cost, the value is lost to us.
When grace is just an idea,
With no personal connection, we are living like all.
We have our Baptism
Without the discipline of the blessed community,
And we partake then of a supper with empty calories.
Grace is so much more.
Today, we accept grace with eyes wide open.
We thank God for this costly grace.
© Tom Bolton, Milwaukee, August 14, 2012