This past Sunday, I was sitting at the desk in the Windgate office. I stood for a moment, and when I sat back down, the chair was… gone.

I fell, striking my head on the filing cabinet on my way down. And I discovered two things: one, I don’t bounce like I used to; and two, head wounds really bleed a lot.

Between the sitting and the falling, I wondered where the chair had disappeared to. I discovered that the person I was sharing the office with—who shall remain nameless—had shifted the chair aside to get by.

I was thankful for all those who helped, those who sympathized, and the one gentleman who said that now they could call me Dent instead of Denn.

The nameless gentleman felt horrible.

It’s the age-old distinction between being faultless and being blameless.

The chair mover was not faultless . . . he moved the chair, so I fell. But his intention wasn’t to harm me; he was just moving the chair. So, he was, in fact, blameless.

As Christians, we aren’t faultless. Sometimes we make mistakes and hurt people—often without meaning to.

But through grace and a right heart before God, we can be blameless.

That is the miracle of grace.

Have a great week and remember: To see what is possible, you’ll have to attempt the impossible.