He looked at his life. His prayer life was a frantic attempt to keep God from being angry. His service was a ladder he was climbing to reach a heaven that felt farther every year. He had turned the infinite ocean of grace into a tiny, leaky bucket of works.
Lin Wei scoffed. I know this already.
But inside, Lin Wei was crumbling.
It wasn’t sarcastic. It was relieved.
He looked at his life. His prayer life was a frantic attempt to keep God from being angry. His service was a ladder he was climbing to reach a heaven that felt farther every year. He had turned the infinite ocean of grace into a tiny, leaky bucket of works.
Lin Wei scoffed. I know this already.
But inside, Lin Wei was crumbling.
It wasn’t sarcastic. It was relieved.