When we talk about grace, we often find it more apt that God is greater at this than we. Yet, it is one of the most remarkable qualities of the believer that we seem to understand. It is probably the one biggest trait that separates the regenerate from the rest of the world. It has the amazing power to overcome our personal need for justice.
To emphasize my point, I want to share a story with you—
Not so very long ago, a frail black woman rose slowly to her feet in a South African courtroom. She was 70-something, the years deeply etched on her face. Facing her from across the room were several white security police officers. One, a Mr. van der Broek, had just been found guilty of murdering the woman’s son and her husband.
The man had come to the woman’s home a number of years earlier. He had taken her son, shot him at pointblank range, and then burned his body while he and some other officers reveled in the act.
Several years later, van der Broek had returned to take away her husband as well. For two years, she could learn nothing of what happened to him. Then, van der Broek came back for the woman herself. She was led to a place beside a river. There, she saw her husband bound and beaten, lying on a pile of wood. The last words she heard from his lips as the officers poured gasoline over his body and set him aflame were,
But, justice finally caught up with Mr. van der Broek. He had been found guilty, and it was time to determine his sentence. And as the woman stood, the presiding official of the court asked, “So, what do you want? How should justice be done to this man who has so brutally destroyed your family?”
The woman said, “I want three things. I want first to be taken to the place where my husband’s body was burned so that I can gather up the dust and give his remains a decent burial.”
She paused, and then continued. “My husband and son were my only family. I want, secondly, therefore, for Mr. van der Broek to become my son. I would like for him to come twice a month to the ghetto and spend a day with me so that I can pour out on him whatever love I still have remaining within me.”
“And, finally,” she says, “I want a third thing. I would like Mr. Van der Broek to know that I offer him my forgiveness because Jesus Christ died to forgive. This was also the wish of my husband. And so, I would kindly ask someone to come to my side and lead me across the courtroom so that I can take Mr. van der Broek in my arms, embrace him and let him know that he is truly forgiven.”
As the court assistants led the elderly woman across the courtroom, Mr. van der Broek, overwhelmed by what he heard, fainted. Then quietly, from those in the courtroom, friends, family, and neighbors – all victims of similar oppression and injustice – began to sing “Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now I’m found. ‘was blind, but now I see.
That’s real grace! Embrace it.
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Please welcome our Sunday morning contributing writer, Pastor John Roberts. John is the pastor of New Hope Fellowship in the great Northwest where he resides with his wife of 46 years.