I can remember this day as if it happened yesterday.
I was in 6th grade – a quiet, well-behaved, studious, serious, little girl. I had been home sick for a few days – it was my first day back…
And there was a science test!!
I remember asking my teacher if I could take it another day. He politely said, “No, why don’t you give it a try?”
Well, since I had used up ALL my courage asking him if I could skip the test, I just nodded my head meekly, and slowly walked back to my seat.
The test was a disaster! I didn’t know much of anything. I’d missed days when they had covered some of the material, and some of it just wasn’t in my head because I hadn’t studied. I remember waiting all day until I could go home and cry on my mom’s shoulder…
I knew I hadn’t done well.
A couple of days later, the teacher handed those tests back. I was scared to death to see my grade – I should have been. It was worse than I had thought. I stared at the big red "D-" at the top of the page like it was written in another language. I was stunned. I looked around quickly to see if anyone had seen it, too. No, everyone was looking at their own tests.
So, OK – damage assessment.
Only two classmates knew about the grade. The one who had graded it for the teacher, and the one who had passed it out. But that was the least of my problems. You see, I was very sensitive about my grades…I was a “good student.” And I had messed up…BIG TIME!
At recess, I went to talk to my teacher. I handed him my test, and then I started crying – sputtering out to him all the reasons why I had failed, and could I please have another try, and I was just so sad to fail the test, and I want to do better…etc. I think you get the picture.
Then he handed the test back to me and said, “I don’t know why you want to take this test again. Looks like you did quite well on it.”
“But I didn’t (sniff, sniff)! I got a D- (sniff, sniff)!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, as he handed back my test with a giant "A" written at the top with his initials next to it.
“Looks like someone made a mistake grading your paper,” he said with a smile and a wink.
It took me a few minutes to figure out what he had done. I finally just said, “Oh, thank you!”
It’s the same way with God.
I’ve gone through some times in my life where I really messed up. I didn’t even come close to “passing the test.” I got a really bad grade.
And then the reality sinks in – I’ve failed miserably.
I go to the Lord, crying, and sputter out my regrets, my remorse, my shame – “Oh Lord! I’ve failed. Can I have another chance?”
And He says, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
And He hands me back my heart, with a giant cross written on it, with His initials next to it – J.C. (Jesus Christ).
“Looks like someone made a mistake grading your paper,” He says with a smile.
“Now go and sin no more.”
I am so grateful for the grace of God – grace that ERASES confessed sins – and counts them against me NO MORE.
“Then he says: ‘I will NEVER AGAIN remember their sins and lawless deeds.’” (Hebrews 10:17)
“Oh Lord, thank you!”
Have you ever had a “failing grade” changed into an “A”?
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