And then this man received a chance to try again. He took it, but reluctantly, because all he wanted was that place. But his reluctance turned to hope when he heard rumors that this was that place. He tasted excitement when more and more people talked about something that sounded so strongly like this place. There he walked into another meeting of Christians with the memory of his stoning still weighing heavy on his heart. And much to his surprise, they listened to the account of his horrifying experience of being caught in sin and they accepted him. He was convinced that it would only be a matter of time before these men extended their arms of compassion to welcome him home, show him sweet mercy, and fight along side of him never to leave him behind.
While the men acted like they belonged to this place, this never happened. He excused their distance, and went on with life as he always knew it to be: hard, painful, and lonely. As the weeks passed, tears constantly filled the man's eyes. Reminders of this place called grace tormented his weak heart. He longed to meet Jesus, but he was trapped with strong men who maintained their distance. It was true, they had good excuses why the man wasn't welcomed into their safe place. One claimed it would be too awkward for himself if the man were included. Another feared that the leader would probably hurt the man instead of help him. Some were uncomfortable with sins being confessed. Others of them believed their culture couldn't handle it. Their women seemed perfect, and could not tolerate a man's weakness. This made these men afraid of letting a sinner into their safe place because their wives would never understand. And that's just it--they were afraid. They never tried. They went on with their lives as usual, and soon forgot all about him.
But months later, when they finally remembered the man, it was too late. The enemy attacked. He found the man in total isolation and ambushed him with accusation until he fell apart. The man fought back, but he was too weak, and he fell. His family agonized over this tragedy, but none of the people knew how to help them. They never learned how in Sunday School. They never were taught by their Teacher. So they did what they've always done: put on a smile, and pretend like everything's okay. And it worked. And don't worry, it really is okay. The man got to meet Jesus. And Jesus wrapped him in His arms of compassion, washed him with tears of joy, and welcomed him home. And there, in the arms of Jesus, he found the sweet mercy that fell like rain. There, he met his Band of Brothers who would never leave him behind. And the man was fully alive for the first time in his life. (and it was he to whom eternal life was given)
*I wrote this parable or story a year ago to express a deep longing in my heart for the church to put down the stones and unveil the A's we all wear deep inside. That longing was re-awakened tonight, and so I post it, yet again. My prayer is that someone will read this and consider what the Spirit wants us to become for the sake of one another in this battle of life. Or, will we continue to hide, and pretend, while the world around us is destroyed.
"God opposes the proud, but gives grace to the humble." James 4:6
"If anyone says, 'I love God,' yet hates his brother, he is a liar. For anyone who does not love his brother, whom he has seen, cannot love God, whom he has not seen." 1 John 4:20
see John 8:1-11
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