Knowing that the face staring out of the police news is somebody’s father or sister or brother is never enough to stop my mind from racing through the latest crime statistics or thinking about the police chief‘s great job in managing gang information.
Today, I know whose father it is. And she’s a good girl. And he’s a good boy. They’re a good family. I’ve met their pastor. And I can’t imagine what Mom and kids and minister are saying and thinking and imagining right now. What seemed like a steady and solid future, built on two hard-working parents and the good students they were raising, must seem like it has entirely collapsed. Who will pay the bills? Will the kids stay on track? How can everyone forgive?
The news report uses the word “alleged,” as our system of justice requires. But it doesn’t leave a lot of room for doubt. Not that the deed was done; not that Dad is going to end up in prison having the worst kind of bad prison experience.
And in all of this, the minister has to care for Mom … and the kids … and Dad.
Like Jesus does.
I’m glad I’m not Jesus today. I’m ashamed that I’m not up to it. And I’m praying for the minister and the family … and my own lack of God’s love.
When is it hardest for you to love as God loves?
- John Shore on CrossWalk.com: Why pastors struggle with confronting domestic violence
- Will God Love Me Too? (ginzotalk.wordpress.com)
- Success Stories of Fatherhood – 12 ways to love your wayward child from *Desiring God (adamrumball.com)