Like everyone, Monday morning I was watching a video of my beloved Kanye West, storming the stage of Taylor Swift’s VMA acceptance speech. I am a fan of Kanye West, I love his music and music that he has produced. In the past I have seen him pull stunts like this, apologize, and then do something equally as stupid, which I have always just written off as rockstar bullshit. I’m not the kind of person that lets a rockstar’s persona ruin their music. Most of the time I just understand that it’s a necessary evil.

But Monday, I was filled with disgust. “Man, he really crossed the line this time,” I said to myself, “what a 3rd grader.” Obama may have said it best—what a jackass.

Of course he apologized in all-caps on his blog. Of course I didn’t really believe it. Oh well. Until next time, Kanye. Later that night, I saw him on the new Jay Leno show. I saw the shameful look in his eye as Jay probed him on his thought process, and worse, what his mom would have thought if she had still been alive. Instantly I was filled with…compassion? Compassion for this 3rd grader? Grace for this jackass?

“I’ll take that,” I found myself saying aloud to my wife.

God’s grace just dawned on me. For the 23,543,589,432th time. I couldn’t stop thinking about it the entire next day. I tend to forget about this kind of grace. This kind of grace that knows that someone will probably screw up again, probably apologize again, and repeat the whole process. This kind of grace that knows that the slate is wiped clean every time. Who’s to say that, just because Kanye West is a multi-millionaire rockstar producer, he is incapable of experiencing grace and forgiveness from not only me, but from the Father as well? I’m hoping this time Kanye sees it and runs after it. Even if he doesn’t, it’ll still be there next time.

I know this all seems kind of silly and over-played, but it’s just something I’ve been reflecting on the last couple of days. It’s nice to be reminded of the simple things that got me here in the first place.