Imagine, being the worst of the worst. Lower than the lowest. Imagine most horrible person you know. The most horrible person you can even think of.
That’s John Newton. There’s probably not many that have never heard parts of his story. Slave trader turned priest. His sailor’s language was worse than most other sailors. His mother died when he was a child of 7 and began his sailing career beside his father at age 11.
After his conversion, he wrote one of, if not the greatest hymn of the Christian faith and the hymn that holds one of the greatest truths in Scripture.
It’s not popular to refer to ourselves as a wretch these days. We’d rather focus on God’s love, or mercy or even his grace, but never go to the dark depths of why God’s grace is so amazing. Dear friends if we were good. If we were able to earn his gift, we’d have no need for that Grace that came down from Heaven in the form of a baby.
Grace. Unmerited favor before the Almighty God. Not a cute Papa, or a Santa like figure, but the God Scripture. The God that created all things, gives all things breath and allows the good and the bad things that happen in our life. The God is just and righteous. That gets angry and sins not. The God that knows what perfect love is and displays that perfect love to us, as His adopted children.
Grace. There is no greater truth in Scripture. Without grace we have nothing. Without realizing our depravity. Without realizing how we are absolutely nothing; absolutely useless to
If we never realize how absolutely useless we are to him unless we are His child we will never experience the fullness of the Gospel. We can believe without being sold out. We can live half hearted for Jesus. But that will not be near the life we can live when we fully give our life up for His.
Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now can see.
‘Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my Fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed!
Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
‘Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
And when we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ll have no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we first begun.
This is part of the 31 days writing challenge. I’m using the Five Minute Friday prompts each day and attempting to write 5 minutes flat, with no edits or rewrites. (I find that I cannot leave a glaring error however). Early in the challenge, the series took an interesting turn and I began relating each post to a hymn of the Christian faith. Here are all the posts in the series,