The Mystery of Mercy

Read this lyrics before you read my post

Caedmon’s Call
Mystery Of Mercy

I am the woman at the well, I am the harlot
I am the scattered seed that fell along the path
I am the son that ran away
And I am the bitter son that stayed

My God, my God why hast though accepted me
When all my love was vinegar to a thirsty King?
My God, my God why hast though accepted me
It's a mystery of mercy and the song, the song I sing

I am the angry man who came to stone the lover
I am the woman there ashamed before the crowd
I am the leper that gave thanks
But I am the nine that never came

You made the seed that made the tree
That made the cross that saved me
You gave me hope when there was none
You gave me your only Son

My God, My God, Lord you are my God

This has been a good week as God continues to teach me about His mercy, kindness and compassion towards me. The more I realize that I have nothing to give God except myself, frees me to be who I am. I don’t have to try and earn God’s love or favor. It does seem hypocritical that I am lavished by this mercy and yet have such a hard time extending it to others, especially those that are different from me. I want to pick and choose who gets this mercy, but it is just a failure, because mercy knows no bounds.

Brennan Manning in his book, The Ragamuffin Gospel writes, “There was a sinful woman in the village who had kissed Jesus’ feet. There was freedom in doing that. Despised as a prostitute, she had accepted the truth of her utter nothingness before the Lord. She had nothing to lose. She loved much because much had been forgiven her”

Christ didn’t pick and choose who received mercy, but only the humble could truly receive it. We forget our nothingness and how much we have been forgiven so we cannot experience mercy the way it was intended until it is given back. Who needs God’s mercy at this moment right now and do you realize you are the one called to receive it and give it? Mercy, you are a mystery!