Met by grace

In the garden, hiding with shame, eyes opened for the first time to a world outside of perfection.

God’s grace met them.


Under the oppression of slavery, hated by all those around them, they are scared, fleeing as the waters stand on edge, hovering, waiting to collapse.

God’s grace met them.


A forsaken race, a forsaken woman, living in lies, she came for water and sought to find life.

God’s grace met her.


A favored friend, passionate, dedicated, but when the moment came he faltered and denied, now he falls ashamed, feeling like he has squandered his service.

God’s grace met him.



A simple girl covered in muck. The sin won’t wash away. Longing for love; looking for acceptance. She knows she will never be able to stand before Him clean.

His standard is holiness. His justice is righteous. Perfection is all He can allow, to not do so is to forsake who He is.

She tries to clean herself. She tries to seek penance for her life. And yet the grime holds fast. Once there, it cannot be washed away by any means of her own hands. She realizes she is at a loss to offer anything of value, to even be able to approach Him.

His love is true; greater than any can possess. For His creation is precious to Him. His mercy is whole. His forgiveness is complete. His hatred is for the grime, not the hands that are covered with it.

She cannot attain His holiness, He cannot bend His standard. And so she stands at a chasm. The depth of the division is beyond their natures, her of sin and His of righteousness. She cannot move, she cannot act, trapped in the muck of her sin. But born from His love and satisfying His righteousness comes forth the answer.

He, alone, overcomes the chasm.

God’s grace meets her.