This is the God of the gospel of grace. A God who, out of love for us, sent the only Son He ever had wrapped in our skin. He learned how to walk, stumbled and fell, cried for His milk, sweated blood in the night, was lashed with a whip and showered with spit, was fixed to a cross, and died whispering forgiveness on us all.

Trust is that rare and priceless treasure that wins us the affection of our heavenly Father.

Without exposure to potential failure, there is no risk.

The gospel will persuade no one unless it has so convicted us that we are transformed by it.

By and large, the gospel of grace is neither proclaimed, understood, nor lived.

That which is denied cannot be healed.

Christianity happens when men and women accept with unwavering trust that their sins have been not only forgiven, but forgotten, washed away in the blood of the Lamb. Thus, my friend archbishop Joe Reia says, "A sad Christian is a phony Christian, and a guilty Christian is no Christian at all.