It was a year ago today when our family experienced the tragic death of my nephew Gregory Scott DeLoach, son of my brother David and sister-in-law Stephanie. He was named after my other brother Scott and me and he would have been 24 in a couple of weeks.  His passing and our sorrow has left me reflecting on two important words: grace and love.

 

I am grateful for the grace. Grace is a word that simply means gift. Life itself is a gift and as with any gift our charge is to take care of gifts we have received and realize that no one gift remains unchanged.

 

Grace ultimately is a holy thing, that is, it is God’s gift. And though we may struggle at our care-taking responsibilities – none of us in here, after all, live perfectly – God does not take back such gifts. That is why I love so much those words from Psalm 139:

Where can I go from your spirit?

Or where can I flee from your presence?

8 If I ascend to heaven, you are there;

if I make my bed in Sheol, you are there.

9 If I take the wings of the morning

and settle at the farthest limits of the sea,

10 even there your hand shall lead me,

and your right hand shall hold me fast.

 

What a marvelous thing to ponder – that no matter what, God’s grace is right there. Though the world may judge you with its unwieldy estimations and others condemn you when you do not fit their expectations and you fail in your own expectations, you cannot outrun, outmaneuver or otherwise fail this grace, this gift.

 

I use to believe that grace was the most important thing. But I am now convinced that grace is not enough. Grace can still imply that you are not going to measure up.

 

Love, however, is everything. Everything. Love breathed a universe into existence and without love our world will cease to be. My nephew Gregory Scoot was created out of love. He could be an aggravating cuss, of that I have no doubt, but I also have no doubt that he knew he was held together by a fierce love. He had a large heart and he loved deeply too. He loved his dogs and his cousins; he loved the land and the cows that has kept trails worn down for a century; he loved his grandparents even though he did not always understand them and they did not always understand him; and of course he loved his mama and daddy. You saw it in his smile. You saw it when he bounced in with his large body. You saw it when he spoke. You saw it. You knew it. You shared it.

 

A couple of years ago for Christmas he gave his parents a small table and on the top of it he inscribed the words: Faith, Hope and Love, with the reference from 1 Corinthians 13:13. The verse goes on to remind, “the greatest of these is love.”

 

It is true. Grace is not enough, especially if it reminds you that you may not deserve something or you cannot earn something, or that this gift could one day go away. Love, however, well, as Paul would say in that same passage, never fails.

 

Thank you for your love. May we transform this world with it, one life at a time.

 

Grace, peace, and love,