Grace is not earned. It’s given.
We are poor in spirit.
Nothing good dwells in us.
We are hopelessly lost without a Savior.
Our poverty of spirit may be seen in the picture of a little girl (or boy) all alone and desperate for help. She’s been used and abused. She’s dirty and unable to do anything for herself. Huddled in a corner of a brokendown alley with garbage scattered about, she’s afraid. The relentless fear of what may be in the darkness keeps her cowered. The fear feeds her soul. She’s crying. Not loud sobs…those have come and gone. But a steady stream of tears flow down her face as she realizes she can do nothing to save herself.
Hungry, filthy, worn-out.
Nothing to give.
Rich in mercy, compassion, patience, forgiveness.
The epitome of LOVE personified.
But, GOD steps into the alley of despair. He lifts up the poor child and carries her away. He cleanses her. He feeds her food she’s been desperate to eat. Food which fills and restores her ravaged body. He holds the child close and cares for her every need…never leaving her alone.