A boy, some football players and God’s amazing grace

Author’s note: This week I am taking something of a hiatus from posting new content here on the blog. This post is from the Lisa writes… archives, circa October 2009

He wasn’t raised in church; in fact, he assumed that because he lived in the US of A, he was a Christian. He had no idea Easter could be about more than the Easter Bunny or Christmas more than Santa Claus. He never attended a Vacation Bible School and had never really heard the story of the cross of Jesus. That is, until…

Until some guys he respected and looked up to, athletes and believers in the Lord Jesus, fellow football players and dynamic leaders on and off the field, pointed him to the only source of Life. Through their example and influence, and through the ministry of Fellowship of Christian Athletes, this young fifteen year old boy repented of his sin and placed his hope and life in the power of Christ to save.

He was on fire with the zeal of the freshly forgiven. He sought to share his newfound faith with one of those he loved most: his mom. Despite being told he may have gotten in too deep into this religion stuff, he remained undaunted, waking her up on Sunday mornings to drive him to church until he had the means to drive himself. I don’t know if she resented it, his faith, I’m pretty sure she didn’t completely understand it, not at the time, yet I do know for certain she would eventually share it.

This boy, he grew strong in the Lord, growing in the grace and knowledge of the Lord Jesus Christ, and today he humbly and faithfully serves the God who reached out to save him despite himself nearly three decades ago. Today, he is a husband and a father and today, just as every day for over 18 years now, I am profoundly grateful to be his wife.

I told him the other night how much I love his story, how it is so unlike my own. It reminds me of the grace of a sovereign God who works all things according to the counsel of his will, even saving a fifteen year old boy who had absolutely no spiritual context whatsoever, only to bring that same boy into my life many years later, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, til death do us part. Tears come to my eyes as I marvel at the amazing and mysterious grace of a good and merciful God. Who has understood the mind of the Lord? The wind of the Spirit blows where it wishes; who can know where it comes from or where it goes? It is by grace we are saved: me, my husband, any of us who know the Lord Jesus. Grace, grace, God’s grace. Grace that is greater than all our sin. Grace, and grace alone.

I am grateful for my husband’s young friends and their bold proclamation of their faith. I am thankful for FCA and its commitment to reach young athletes with the gospel of Jesus Christ. Above all, I thank the God who graciously extends the free gift of salvation. He is great and He is good; He alone has the power to save. To God be the glory!


Author: Lisa Spence

Wife, mother, Bible teacher, bibliophile, occasional blogger

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