A LESSON OF TRUE FORGIVENESS....
"Imagine this scene from a recent courtroom trial in South Africa:
A frail black woman stands slowly to her feet. She is something over 70 years of age. Facing her from across the room are several white security police officers, one of whom, a Mr. Van der Broek, has just been tried and found implicated in the murders of both the woman's son and her husband some years before.
"It was indeed Mr. Van der Broek, it has been established, who had come to the woman's home a number of years back, taken her only child- a son, shot him at point-blank range and then burned the young man's body on a fire while he and his officers partied nearby.
"Several years later, Van der Broek and his cohorts had returned to take away her husband as well. For many months she heard nothing of his whereabouts. Then, almost two years after her husband's disappearance, the hate-filed Van der Broek came back to fetch the woman herself. How vividly she remembers that evening, going to a place beside a river where she was shown her husband, bound and beaten, but still strong in spirit, lying on a pile of wood. The last words she heard from his swollen lips as the officers poured gasoline over his body and set him aflame were,"Father, forgive them..."
"And now the elderly widow woman stands in the courtroom and listens to the confession offered by Mr. Van der Broek. A member of South Africa's Truth and Reconciliation Commission turns to her and asks, "So, what do you want now? How should justice be done to this man who has so brutally destroyed your loved ones??"
"I want three things," begins the old woman, calmly, but confidently. "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 pauses, then continues. "My husband and son were my only family. I want, secondly, therefore, for Mr. Van der Broek tobecome my adopted 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, for the rest of my years."
"And, finally," she says with tears welling in her eyes, "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 come to lead the elderly woman across the room, Mr. van der Broek, overwhelmed by what he has just heard, faints. And as he does, those in the courtroom, friends, family, neighbors-all victims of decades of oppression and injustice--begin to sing softly, but assuredly, "Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me...."
This is the powerful forgiveness that God has shown mankind. By adopting us as sons and daughters and pouring out His love and blessings on us, though we rejected, beat, spat upon and finally murdered His beloved and only Son, Jesus.