Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The grace of God is glue. ~ Eugene O’Neill
As many of you know, I write two completely unrelated blogs. Here at Two Minutes of Grace, I share my heart. At the fork in the road, I share my odd daily life as a Yankee counselor/public speaker, transplanted to Texas, working as a Level II security guard for an oil rig.
The job requires living in an RV, working 24/7. If you’re a regular reader here, you know I’ve been traveling for the past 3 weeks to visit family and friends and to buy a new RV. Heidi, Henry and I had managed a 5,211 mile road trip, reasonably incident free. Then, 67 miles from our drill site yesterday, I blearily failed to see a 4 foot palm tree.
The brand new, 2012 5th wheel, that is my home, that I’d owned for 11 days groaned and crunched and gave way to the little tree’s clawing fronds.
My heart sank as I climbed out to survey the damage. There was no choice but to journey on to the job, praying the slide would slide, which it did. Everything still works. It’s functional inside, if damaged on the outside. Sort of like me – except my scrapes and flaws run so much deeper.
That’s the obvious analogy. Now here’s the confession. As I looked at my bent, scratched RV, I was heartsick. I had made such a big mistake. I couldn’t believe I’d done so much damage in just a few seconds.
Even as I was grieving, I was convicted. Am I as heartsick over the damage a few seconds of my sin causes as I was by an accident where no one was harmed? Do I feel sick to my stomach when I’m arrogant or fail to keep my promise to pray or justify a hardening of my heart? Am I as concerned about the damage my words or attitudes can cause in just a few seconds as I was about the scratches and dents in metal?
Grace is my sin insurance. God’s policy covers it all. That doesn’t mean there isn’t collateral damage. I pray for a heart that’s easily convicted of sin and generous with mistakes – a heart like His, where grace is the glue.