Condemnation and Grace
Meeting God changed everything.
The scene before me as I sat atop a rock on a high slope was very familiar. Brown hills lay to the left, to the right, and in front of me, toward the west. It was wintertime in southern Mexico, and nature was dormant, waiting for the rainy season to arrive once again.
The rains, when they come in early May, last only long enough for farmers to plant and cultivate their produce, and then vanish quickly away. By December the hills begin to change from green to brown, and the drying soil transitions from dark brown tones to red. To the untrained eye, the winter panorama makes it appear that all nature is dead, but that isn’t reality. Among the layers of …