It’s one thing to count on God’s grace when we are in the clear, when we have honestly done nothing wrong. Maybe we’ve been wronged; but we’ve done no wrong.
Grace is surely coming then.
But what about when we have finally come face to face with our ugly? When we’ve owned the mess we’ve made? Maybe we can hope for grace, but can we boldly ask for it?
I went looking for David’s hanging head and solemn words in the familiar Psalm 51. I knew of his confession, his repentance, his sorrow. I thought I’d find a pattern of sorts for my own admission of guilt.
I found those things.
But I also found a man deeply familiar with God’s grace, a man who expected to find grace in the pit of his own making.
And David didn’t wait until he’d spilled his ugly confession to ask with head hung low for a little grace.
He began his plea with bold request…not even a question…but an imperative: