Glad to be born into this faith, but much more I’m glad grace found me and I found faith.

Born into a conservative Christian family, I didn’t like what the faith portrayed when I was much younger- courtesy of the man-made doctrines, legalistic administration amongst other things in our Church.

Central to the faith- salvation was a thing I couldn’t fathom and wrap my head about as I had responded to the altar call a couple of times without an essence until I became hardened maintaining there was no point to laughing at other church members and my sister who was saved earlier than I was.

I had dressed like every other person to be in Church a Sunday not quite aware it was going to be different from the usual.

The General Superintendent of my church was having a crusade in Ukraine (The country I was later going to be travelling to study medicine)

The message pierced too deep for resistance, my moral stand couldn’t measure as my depravity was unveiled and in no time I found my way to the altar unashamedly with inconsolable tears.

As I write,  the memory remains unblurred in my head.

I found this faith by grace.

It’s been 11 years!

A labyrinth I must say with:

Moments of steadfast devotion

Then struggles & doubts

And moments of unparalleled victory.

Then lots of questions

I get agitated a few times really, several questions spiraling my thoughts.

“I hope after my journeying, I would make it to Heaven?”

“I hope something minute won’t stop me?”

“I hope my vision on this path won’t become obscured?”

“I hope I won’t stand to “know better” in years to come?”

But somewhat somehow which I really can’t figure, my failing heart is always helped & again persuaded.

No, won’t stand to say five ways you’re helped when losing faith or something around those lines.

The truth is I don’t have it, I don’t know it.

No explanations, no theories, no principles.

God in His mercy always just comes to help my failing heart.

Showering me with kisses of mercy and wrapping me in the warmth embrace of grace to carry on.

Mercy cannot be explained, or you think it can?

Should it have an explanation?


Let us then fearlessly and confidently and boldly draw near to the throne of grace (the throne of God’s unmerited favor to us sinners), that we may receive mercy [for our failures] and find grace to help in good time for every need [appropriate help and well-timed help, coming just when we need it].

Each time I’m falling, I’m always reminded about my salvation story & that much more grace abounds.

I can confidently say I’m standing in this faith only by mercy & grace.

I think it’s okay to call this mercy kissed & grace hugged.

Wouldn’t have resumed blogging without sharing this invaluable experience.

Would like to hear your salvation story if you’re saved.

If you’re not, may you come to embrace & experience this liberating grace. AMEN.

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Thank you, see you soon.


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