Margin

We all want margin.

We want a return for what we invest.

I don’t buy new clothes unless I know they will last.

I don’t buy food unless I know it will nourish and fill my family. I try and strike a balance between books that will feed my children’s minds and toys that will delight their eyes.

The problem as I see, it is that we have gotten use to margin.

We invest a dollar, hoping we will make two.

We invest time, hoping someone will notice.

We get jobs, banking on promotions.

We believe in God, betting on grace.

We welcome His love.  We adore His forgiveness.  We pray for His covering and His mercy.  But His justice.  There we plead for margin.

We have moved from white and black to fifty shades of grey. We want Omni benevolent, perhaps not Omnipresent and Omniscient,

When the devil comes in, he rarely introduces himself.  He is shadow, confusion, and sometimes he is tolerance. He proclaims darkness as light, wrong as right, feeling as faith and old testament as old fashioned.

The margin the Father created is vast and wholly extraordinary.  My life and yours, in exchange for His Beloved Son. But the enemy works to marginalize even this.  He takes the posture that a just God would give us many roads.

I see one road.  One narrow, holy, grace filled, mercy lined road.  That is the one I want.  The one I pray for.  The one His Son walked and died on then with one final halleluiah, that Son paved mine and yours.  Miraculous.