I’m thinking about the extent of the Lord’s grace and his peace. This, after I heard a man say, “The Lord doesn’t want to have anything to do with me; Jesus doesn’t care about guys like me.” The man did not say this in jest; he was as serious as any man could be. I tried to cajole him out of this funk – but he didn’t want to have anything to do with it – saw no need for grace; had no feel for peace. He suffered deeply, and all I could do was feel sorry and go about my way. The moment taught me that some people never understand; some people simply do not want to understand. For them, ache is the only reality they know. They feel their existence through personal anguish – about things that happened before, dreams that never came true, and pain yet to be. On this night, I pray for them; I pray deeply that perhaps one day they may find grace and that peace may discover them.
Goodwill to all; and good night.
