The Reformation was a time when men went blind, staggering drunk because they had discovered, in the dusty basement of late medievalism, a whole cellar full of fifteen-hundred-year-old, two-hundred proof Grace–bottle after bottle of pure distillate of Scripture, one sip of which would convince anyone that God saves us single-handedly. The word of the Gospel–after all those centuries of trying to lift yourself into heaven by worrying about the perfection of your bootstraps–suddenly turned out to be a flat announcement that the saved were home before they started…Grace has to be drunk straight: no water, no ice, and certainly no ginger ale; neither goodness, nor badness, not the flowers that bloom in the spring of super spirituality could be allowed to enter into the case.”
Robert Farrar Capon, Between Noon & Three: Romance, Law & the Outrage of Grace
To many Christians refuse to drink grace straight up they are
constantly mixing it with something that comes from themselves. They
have no clue how bad they are what sinners they are but they are
convinced of their own self righteousness and judge others freely. But
grace tells us "Bless those who persecute you, bless and do not curse
them" (Rom. 12:14) Not easy to do which is why I drink a lot of grace.