My Saving GracePosted: March 2, 2010
As those that know me, know I love country music. So maybe you’ll enjoy this short story and maybe you won’t.
It was the other night studying in the library I was listening to a newer country singer (Jamey Johnson) that I enjoy because of his at times because of his rebel sound, much like that of the 70’s and 80’s. A good many of times I never at all listen to the lyrics, I am either typing, reading, walking around the library researching with head phones and the music/beat/sound of twang is just there in my ears because I enjoy it. However it was getting late and I sit back listening to the lyrics of a song called “My Saving Grace” and how it hit me personally and that of my own life that God has planned for me in my upbringing.
Now I have no idea of Jamey Johnson’s eternal state with Christ. However if he is not a believer, than it is God’s common grace that allows him (and the many others) to sing of His special grace in the gospel that amazes me time and time again.
However as my mother made me go to church, and the stories of my drunkard father that would come home and abuse my mother, such lyrics as these speak to my own personal life in how God uses a number of situations to bring one to the Gospel of Jesus Christ in the Church.
“Daddy’s bourbon breath was strong as gasoline, An’ it seemed to fuel the rage he had inside. He’d come home just burnin’, Mad an’ drunk an’ mean an’ raisin’ hell on a Saturday night. Momma’d lock us up in her bedroom, He’d be lyin’ in the hallway on our way to Sunday school. They both, in their own way became my savin’ grace. Daddy passed out with his demons: Momma passed the offerin’ plate. An’ she’d cry out to Heaven: “Protect this son of mine,” While Daddy kept the devil off my back, By takin’ up his time.
Momma said: “Nobody’s perfect,” as we walked into Church, To ask the Good Lord to forgive him, again. I still recall that sermon, I hung on every word. That’s when I learned just exactly what a Father really meant. And the Angels and the people gathered round, I was standin’ in that water when that Preacher laid me down.
They both, in their own way became my savin’ grace. Daddy passed out with his demons: Momma passed the offerin’ plate. An’ she’d cry out to Heaven: “Protect this son of mine,” While Daddy kept the devil off my back, By takin’ up his time. An’ Daddy kept the devil off my back… By takin’ up his time.”