Anne Peterson

Healing words for wounded souls.

Where I First Met Grace (FmF)

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Photo courtesy of Barb Utley.

Linking up with Lisa Jo Baker for another Five minute Friday. Prompt is grace.

I still remember the day.

I walked through the gangway, around the back of the brick bungalow and opened the basement door.

Inside the smoke-filled room I saw long tables set up with scraps of paper and Bibles piled on the end. There were bowls of pretzels and twenty-year-olds sitting around crunching. The aroma of coffee filled the room.

Then Lois Peterson, a woman with long dangling earrings sat down on a stool and started talking. She instructed us where to turn in our Bibles. She assigned verses to those who raised their hands.

I felt a warmth I never felt before.

Lois talked about God like she knew him. I mean personally knew him. Her blue eyes sparkled as she told us we could know we were going to heaven.

Lois said God loved us so much he sent his Son to die for us. That when Jesus died on the cross he shed blood. And because he never sinned it was perfect blood. The only thing that could take care of our sin.

Lois called salvation a gift—something we couldn’t work for. Because if we earned it, then it would no longer be a gift.

And she said it was because of God’s grace that Jesus died. All because of grace.

It was the first time I had heard the word. I had heard about Jesus dying before, I didn’t realize how it personally affected me.

What Lois talked about wasn’t something I could do, it was something God had done.

She explained when Jesus said, “It is finished” when he was on the cross, he was talking about the payment for our sins, for my sins. That it was his blood that washed them away.

And I was hungry for this thing called grace.

I knew I was a sinner. I lived with me.

I wanted what she offered. I opened my heart and believed it.

I accepted God’s gift, Jesus.

And that’s where I met grace.

About Anne Peterson

I write words you can feel, sometimes they rhyme. If I'm not writing, I'm telling stories from my head, to little ones who call me grandma.

10 Replies

  1. I love your introduction to grace. Simple and beautiful.

    1. Eileen,
      I think the fact grace is simple is what keeps others from accepting it. They keep thinking there must be something they can do. Thanks for reading and for your comment.

  2. Beautiful! I love how you can so simply make me feel as though I am there with you, Anne. Blessings to you!

    1. Rebeca,
      Thanks for reading. And I’m glad my writing makes you feel like you are here.

  3. I remember this story from the TW course. I’m glad you met grace, Anne.

    1. Patricia,
      I wrote about this in my book Real Love:Guaranteed to Last. I bet that’s where you read it. I will always be thankful to God that he let me meet Lois Peterson. Always.

  4. A lovely blessing for you Anne.

    1. Kath,
      Yes, it was and still is a lovely blessing. God’s grace is misunderstood by some. But those who have accepted it. Well, we simply take that gift.

  5. CS Lewis was asked by a group of scholars to define what made Christianity different from other religions, and he answered, “That’s easy–grace.” Grace is at the heart of salvation, because we can’t earn it. (And I love your story.)

    1. Kathleen,
      Yes, we can’t earn it, but that doesn’t mean we didn’t try to. I spent a lot of time thinking I was working my way to heaven. Then to find out my way had already been paid. Well, it changed my life forever, literally. To think I could add one thing to what Jesus already has done for me is to raise myself to his level.

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