Ephesians 1:6-7 –
“So we praise God for the glorious grace he has poured out on us who belong to his dear Son. 7 He is so rich in kindness and grace that he purchased our freedom with the blood of his Son and forgave our sins.”
In 1995, there was a baseball strike and all of the players under contract walked. In return, the owners of major league baseball offered positions to anyone who wanted to play. Some guys who were coaching Little League one week were trying out for big league baseball the next.
Max Lucado wrote that as a result, for several weeks the games were nothing fancy. One manager said that his pitcher pitched so slow that the radar gun didn’t even clock it. But, boy these guys had fun. They arrived before the park opened, they oiled their gloves, cleaned their own cleats, thanked the caterers for the food, thanked the cleaners for cleaning the uniforms, and thanked the fans for paying $1.00 to come to the games.
For a short time in 1995, there were people living a life they never dreamed possible.
They were playing in a major league baseball park not because they were good, but because they were willing. They didn’t complain about the manager, they didn’t second guess management. They didn’t even have names on their jerseys, but they were thrilled just to be playing baseball in a big league park. They were living a life they didn’t deserve and hadn’t earned. It was a gift. That is grace.
When we understand grace, we have joy. We are thrilled. Not because we deserve it. Not because we’re good. Not because we’ve earned it. It’s a gift.