The impulse to try to change God's mind is as ancient as Cain, as persistent as Sarah's laughter, as quick as Moses' grasping credit for bringing water from the rock. Our words betray us. "Make me like one of Your hired servants," we insist, speaking the language of merit so stubbornly that we miss the warmth of our Father's welcoming embrace... It's almost as if we were running away from the gospel, as if we were afraid of grace, not wanting to be that rich, that forgiven, that assured.-p. 41
The impulse to try to change God's mind is as ancient as Cain, as persistent as Sarah's laughter, as quick as Moses' grasping credit for bringing water from the rock. Our words betray us. "Make me like one of Your hired servants," we insist, speaking the language of merit so stubbornly that we miss the warmth of our Father's welcoming embrace... It's almost as if we were running away from the gospel, as if we were afraid of grace, not wanting to be that rich, that forgiven, that assured.-p. 41
