When I was about nine years old, my grandmother told me she had a surprise Christmas present waiting for me. She wanted me to guess what it was, and said it was something having to do with my family legacy. I was amazed at how big the box was, and I tried to guess as much as I could. But I wasn't even close. It was a junior guitar.
When my dad was younger, he learned how to play the guitar. His parents bought him a lightning blue Fender, hollow body. He still has it, and now we play together. These days, my guitar is all grown-up, as big as I am. We jam to a CD that teaches the songs we sing at church.
The dream is coming true. I have wanted to learn to play the guitar for years. But as I play and my fingers are getting used to the pain, I find it hard to finish a song. Especially to find where does the coda tell you to go and what is that special "s" symbol and are we really supposed to play these chords seven times through? It takes some commitment and focus to play a whole song. And some patience. I'm just glad Dad and I are going through the learning process together.
You know, fingers can also get tired from typing up an article or manuscript. A hand can cramp up after hours of painting or hammering nails. But the things we do at our jobs, in service to God, or for enjoyment can have an eternal impact. When our hands get tired, and our hearts are worn out, that's when grace kicks in. My pastor said this week, "Grace is God's provision for your every need." Whatever the need is, we find it met in Christ. Grace for salvation, and grace for the everyday Christian life. God's grace never ends. It doesn't give out, because He doesn't.