I’m not very good at dying for Him on my own. When the Grace comes, He comes to my aid. He lifts me up, and carries me and sets me back on my feet.
It’s after I recover, I can understand, I have returned to Jesus, a pebble from the mountain of His love.
I read this a few years ago it made an impact on me. Something I’ve carried around in my heart since.
It was written by Roman citizens in the first centuries who were struck by the peculiar behavior of the Christians in their midst. .
The Christians, when persecuted, rejoice at the opportunity to forgive, knowing forgiveness adds power to their prayers.