Every time I say I won’t do something again, like eyeball – or worse, eat – another devil dog, I’m lying. I know it. Sweetman knows it. Even the grocery store cashier knows it. In fact, maybe she knows it most of all. One of those dear souls will half-jokingly ask me if everything’s okay if I haven’t been through with a box of my sweet treats in more than a couple of weeks.
Oh, I say I won’t eat another one again. I may even mean it. The point is, I lie.
And, not just about my eating habits.
Here’s the truth: I’m one hot mess of a human.
I need God.
I need His grace.
I need to keep rubbing shoulders with others who can remind me that I don’t have to keep apologizing over and over and over again for sins of gluttony, slander, covetousness, and the host of other things I constantly find my humanity bumping up against.
Because, Jesus came so that I could keep putting one foot in front of the other.
And trying it all over again with the next breath He gives me.
Jesus came so that I could see, so that you could see, how desperately we humans are in need of grace throughout our days.
All of these thoughts are swirling around me this past week, as news of Brian Williams’ audacity to lie about news he was delivering, to lie to us on national television, is broadcast through every media outlet possible.
As if, there are no other lies on National Television.
Do I even need to go there?
Are we all so righteously living, and grace-less, that we can decide how awful a man is without thought to how thoroughly hypocritical that is? Aren’t we all staring down the tube of our own RPG’s daily? Even if only in our minds?
He screwed up.
I don’t know about you, but I do this daily.
Yep. I’m a big fat liar, too.
I thank God for the grace to keep trying again.
I’d like to think that we can extend grace beyond where we feel comfortable.
Lord only knows how often it’s done on our behalf.