All of a sudden - quite literally - my world changed. It was almost like feeling human for the first time, like I could relate to all of those sinners out there because I really, actually, was one. No longer was I less-of-a-sinner because of the amount of time I spent at church...Abraham had leveled the playing field. If Abe's badness couldn't change God's mind about using him, then neither could my goodness.
I'd spent so much time working on my "goodness," (mainly the goodness that comes from not doing bad stuff) that I'd lost any sense of compassion for anyone who hadn't spent 25 years at the church buffet.
Fortunately, as my newly loosened tongue started flapping about my new revelation and my pendulum swung from church addict to church cynic (why do we spend so much time on behavior modification and so little time on the sovereignty of God? and so forth...), I found that I wasn't alone.
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