The god of religion would have given up on us a long time ago: one and done. But the God of grace is the deity category killer: his love never ceases. He indiscriminately accepts us, the recidivist screwups, again and again and again. He’s the shepherd constantly searching. The woman desperately looking high and low. The hope-filled father running with outstretched arms crying, “Welcome home.” Again, and again, and again. Grace, always grace.
