Monday mornings the rescue mission serves sausage, biscuits, and gravy. I would estimate that we serve about 200 helpings for breakfast (but I'm a poor judge of crowds); each person can have as much as they want.
A few of the folks we serve grumble if the biscuit is occasionally a hot dog bun or if the side of fruit isn't as fresh as he'd like. My observation has been that it's only the "Regulars" that complain.
This points out a heart murmur of our own.
We are all recipients of mercy that we did not deserve. Christians are the "Regulars" and know it. But how often do we murmur because the mercy that God chooses to give us isn't exactly what we were craving?
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