I've been thinking a lot about mercy lately. We beg for it. We use it as an expletive. But what is it, really, and am I a very good example of it?
I think part of my problem with mercy is that I don't really think I need it. I'm not that bad, after all. Oh, there's a huge example of my pride! (Thanks Cheri, for pointing me to Nancy Leigh DeMoss's pride test.) I seem to think I can slide by on my own goodness because I am--in my own opinion--a nice Christian lady. The truth is, just today I've been rude, self-centered, prideful, lazy, and the list goes on. And what's worse, thinking I'm above God's mercy necessarily keeps me from extending it to others. It is only when I come to grips with the ugliness in my own heart, how far I fall short of God's standard, that I can confess it, be cleansed of it, and be gentle with others as He has been with me.
I need the gospel everyday. I need to see salvation is daily not on my own merit, but on His.