The couple came into my office ready to tell me why my view of grace and the Christian life was insufficient. “We must do more than just believe to get our salvation,” they argued.
“Not according to the Bible,” I suggested. “How much more would you need to do? And could you ever really know if you’d done enough?” I asked. It was a lively conversation!
When confronted with biblical grace, even Christians can get uncomfortable. Their defense against grace is often to insist on absolute commitment while using disparaging phrases like antinomian and cheap grace to describe a free salvation.
It was a cold November morning with a chill in the air that made its way into my lungs with each short breath. And it was dark. A still, calm dark. It was the middle of the night—the early hours of the next day. About 1:30 in the morning.
I was making the trek between two houses. Maybe thirty yards, door to door. And at the end of that short path, we would, for the final time, say goodbye to Mom. She was already gone. She just stopped breathing. Died in her sleep. Now she was with Jesus and no longer with us.
