I recently read something by Brennan Manning that really hit between the eyes to how blessed I really am. In The Ragamuffin Gospel, he writes, “We are equally privileged but unentitled beggars at the door of God’s mercy.” (Ouch!) I live most of my life in belief that I deserve this or I am worth that, but the simple fact is that I deserve zilch, zero, nothing. One of the beautiful mysteries of God is this that I deserve nothing less than rejection and death, but he pours out His love and mercy to me everyday. If a man ever walked on this earth that deserved His love and grace, it certainly is not I. The greatest gift I ever received was offered to me before I was even conceived before my ancestors ever considered their lineage; love and mercy. I so readily accept and take for granted this gift, but wondering what my life would rally look like if I could live this realization out for a mere week or even a day?