Thinking about grace recently, I had a thought of (obscure cultural reference) the Otis Campbell character on the long-ago TV show, Mayberry RFD. To the uninitiated, Otis was the good-natured town drunk who Andy or Barney would lock in the small jail cell after Otis had a period of hard drinking. When Otis sobered, he just reached outside the cell, grabbed the jail keys that were hanging on the brick wall right outside his cell, and released his sober self out into the world.
It occurs to me that grace is like that. Whatever transgression, God leaves the keys hanging there on the wall.
An imperfect analogy, I am sure, but one that makes me smile nonetheless, and not just because I always liked Otis.
It occurs to me... 