Gods grace

Today as I was cutting my terrace I notice that the neighbors were all looking at something up the street.  I turned off my lawnmower and headed that way.   There was a man getting the tar beat out of him until he was unconscious.  He had done something earlier to a neighbor man and this was retribution so on the street he deserved what he got, I guess.  I yelled at them to stop and they all left.  So here I am looking down at a drug addicted human being, beat up, bleeding, and left on the side of the road.  It doesn’t set well with me.  I don’t care what he did.  I went and got a cool towel and wiped his face and put it on his head.  His pulse was strong.  Didn’t seem to have any broken limbs.  I just kept talking to him and telling him to wake up cause we needed to get him out of the street.  He finally was able to get up and I got him down the street.  I explained to him what had happened and we even saw the man he had offended earlier and he apologized to him, even though he didn’t remember it.   Then he went on down the road probably to sleep it off.  Through this whole ordeal I couldn’t help but be so greatful to God.  Why?  Because like this guy who the street says deserved what he got,  in my life that has been filled with sin and set backs, I didn’t get what I deserved.  Gots grace is sufficent enough for me.  And I praise him for it.

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