Of this gospel I have become a servant according to the gift of God’s grace that was given me by the working of his power. Although I am the very least of all the saints, this grace was given to me to bring to the Gentiles the news of the boundless riches of Christ
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I like Apostle Paul. Oh, sure, he rambles a bit and is, from time to time, rather inamoured with his own words and stuck between being full of himself and being at the end of his rope. There is no denying his passion, nor his call to serve. I am always a bit surprised when I encounter people who want to think their way into faith in Christ as if it is like buying a car. Faith in Christ is more like having love fall on you randomly like a meteor. It makes no sense. Why would someone love us or how could someone like us be capable of love? Love is a gift that falls with the pull of gravity onto the unsuspecting and undeserving. Paul got hit in the heart by a shooting star and he pulled that heart out of his chest and gave it to the people who had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. But that is the way love works, it hits you with tectonic power and compels you to give it away to the least likely person because keeping it for yourself would just never occur to you. I like the Apostle Paul because we share the same reason for getting up in the morning - there is love to give that we never deserved to receive but there it is waiting for us to give it away. Boundless riches indeed.
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Lord, you never cease to surprise me. Amen.