I am a trophy of grace

Trophies on Display

For what is our hope, or joy, or crown of rejoicing? Are not even ye in the presence of our Lord Jesus Christ at his coming? For ye are our glory and joy.  1 Thess. 2:19-20, KJV

I’ll bet my co-author can relate to these verses with a keen accuracy. Picture coronation day as she walks beside those brothers and sisters from another continent, another culture–another world. I can only imagine the joy she’ll experience watching those she loved and taught being welcomed into the kingdom.

Trophies of grace. But not hers. Jesus’s. How glorious is that?

Hope.crownmemeA few years ago I was visiting with a couple who had been called out of darkness and into His light. Their testimony is quite beautiful–though the journey was littered with ugliness. Hearing their story lifted my soul. A phrase echoed in my mind as I rejoiced in Jesus’s breathtaking work.

Trophies of grace. How amazing is that?

One of my favorite sights on any given Sunday morning is that of a group of young men. Still in high school, but not for long, they stir a unique joy in me. They’re not your average teenagers. They are godly young men who behave with honor, holding each other accountable in a small group bible study they initiated. They astound me–largely because I knew them back when they were folding paper airplanes in my SS class. Now they volunteer their time to work with Awana kids, and lead soccer camp for our church every summer. They look to their futures with the Son in their eyes.

Trophies of grace. The kind you never saw coming. How awesome is that?

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