Under the curse?

 Once upon a time, I found grace.

It was God's grace, coming from the one who defines the word.

Thrilled as I was to have a word to describe what I always knew in my heart, 

I talked of it everywhere I went.

Understanding even a tiny bit about grace changed everything.

It changed too much according to the theys, the thems, and those.

They said, 'grace has it's limits, girl'

'you're still under the curse'

That's what they said, when I asked if maybe we worried about things that didn't matter anymore?

They said, 'you're still under the curse'.

Really?

How much sense does that make?

How much sense does that make in 

the light of dark, holy blood

spilled by an exsanguinated savior,

by whom sin and death were wrestled to hell,

and the veil was torn

from top to bottom,

and the sky went dark

and the only Good that ever walked

was buried behind stone. 

Until He wasn't anymore,

because,
then He was alive, because He was
victorious, so
now He is alive!

Where in all that is there still room
to live under the curse?

How is it even possible?

And to say that we are still under the curse is to
accuse Jesus of ailing from
the foulest impotence...

it is to say,
He cannot save us at all.

Do not believe it.
If He saves you from anything,
He saves you from everything.
There is no curse for you, beloved.
You are justified, now be
sanctified.