Looking back, I can't help but shake my fist in my old self's face and exclaim, "Thou hypocrite!" The action has an edge of humor, but I'm being mostly serious. Because while I was trying to erase my badness with some goodness, I was talking to one of my friends about salvation.
Honestly, the irony of what I was doing hadn't hit me until right now, at 1:14 a.m., as I write this chapter.
There I was, so entrenched in my mindset that only my works could save me, talking to my friend about God's Grace. But there's a reason behind all this. I thought I was the sole exception to the rule. I thought God's Grace was enough to save everyone, but subconsciously, I thought I was the only one in the world who had to work to earn salvation.
A battle was being waged, right there at the Mexico mission trip fundraiser.