No, not the book.
I am a black and white kind of person, but somewhere between black and white is this vast range of grayce. I am coming to believe that is where mercy lives.
Life experiences have mellowed me. I know the difference between right and wrong. I believe what the Bible says – I’m one of the die-hard’s that believe, “If the Bible says it, then it’s true.” I have never found one contradiction in the Book. The Word is my standard for living.
I am not addressing sin (per se) in this post. I am addressing what I do with other’s sin. I am the Mom of three adult children and, as I gave my own mother a season of frustration and grief, my kids have given their share to me. I call sin, by its name, Sin, and I know how to practice tough love but I have also learned to hang out with mercy in the 50 shades of grayce spectrum.
In John chapter 4 we read the incredible story of Jesus and the woman at the well, this story illustrates my 50 shades of grayce perfectly.
Jesus said to her, “Go, call your husband and come back here.”
The woman answered, “I have no husband.”
Jesus said to her, “You have spoken truly in saying, ‘I have no husband.’ For you have had five husbands, and the man you are now living with is not your husband. In this you have spoken truly.”
Jesus called sin by its name…Sin, and then He entered the zone of 50 shades of grayce – the mercy zone. If you don’t know the rest of the story, read John 4 in its entirety. The woman was redeemed of her sin, went back home and told everyone of the strange Jewish man who had been kind to her even though He had told her everything she had ever done (wrong). She was grateful. People’s lives were changed. Families were saved. Children rescued because of Jesus’ mercy.
Friends, don’t be afraid to address and judge sin (not in the condemning sense), but to address it to save a person’s life – enter the mercy zone, the area between white and black, in the fifty shades of grayce. I must warn you though, you might make an enemy or two, but when handled by the wisdom of Holy Spirit, you will be thanked. Speaking from past experience, it wasn’t until my grandmother, on her death bed, looked me square in the eyes and called my life style by its name, Sin, that my life began to change – her truth words burned within me, even in my hurt and anger I knew that I knew she was right and I had to make some hard decisions. Thank God I did.
50 shades of grayce – this is where I want to live the rest of my days. Basking in the Father’s love and unmerited grace, all because of His great mercy towards me. There’s room for all of us.
Postscript: I am sure this post is controversial to several of my readers, but this is how I see putting action to truth. I cannot live veiled in this everything-is-okay world. – Sus’