Bad Carrots

by Chandin Persaud, Mars Hill member at the Downtown Campus. 

No matter how bad it gets, how bad I get, or how bad anyone else or society can get: God is still good. He’s still the same, reigning sovereignly over my wickedness. It’s funny how forgetful I can be. Not ha-ha funny, but the other kind of funny. Funny like the way normally delicious things can taste funny-like when you get a bad carrot. Or icky coffee. Yuck.

I forget that my sin does not ruin God’s day. It might ruin mine and certainly grieves God, which is not a small thing to be brushed off by any means, but my sin does not put God on an emotional roller coaster. He’s perfectly content, perfectly in control, perfectly happy and joyous in just being Him. And the really crazy part is that every day He forgives and atones for my sin, takes it away and declares me righteous before Him. I cannot make God love me less and nothing I do can make Him love me more.  I cannot be his favorite.  I cannot be his least favorite.  Grace is such a puzzling yet necessary thing. I couldn’t survive without it.

When I forget things like this, things like grace, it makes life with Jesus which is normally delicious and incredibly sweet, to funny, not right, gross and bad. And this doesn’t just affect me but those living life around me, they taste it too. So primarily to my mom, my friends, and my family in Christ: I’m sorry for my my funk, my bad carrots, my greatest sin: forgetting grace. Please forgive me and help me sweeten life by reminding and teaching me the incredible mystery of our God’s grace.