"Beyond this place of wrath and tears, Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years, Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul."* Strong words yet completely wrong preached the late Dr Frank Pollard as he recited the poem Invictus in his 1997 sermon on grace. Grace is a radical, risky idea that makes no sense yet it is an undeserved privilege sermonized Dr. Pollard. Watch what else he had to say about grace.
In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.
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