My column for this week's Enterprise. I blogged in a similar vein almost 2 years ago.
“For seven years I lived like
the prodigal son. God’s grace drew me
back. I wish abortion was not a part of
my story…but it is. It’s the part of my
past that the Lord uses to heal and give hope to others.”
I’m
sitting at a conference table in a gray basement room. It is mid-morning, and the scent of coffee
lingers in the air. There are others at
the table with me: a pastor, a nurse, a grandmother, a college student. Together we learn about abortion from Kay,
the self-proclaimed former prodigal.
That
same evening I learn of another prodigal: our pastor speaks on the life of John
Newton. Rev. Key notes the godly
instruction that John received from his mother until she died when he was not
quite seven years old. He recounts
John’s appalling decline into promiscuity, gambling, drunkenness, and the
horrors of the slave trade, followed by his conversion and return to faith in
the God his mother had so dearly loved.
We learn that the prodigal once notorious for his profanity became the
pastor who penned the lyrics of one of the best-known hymns of all time. For the second time that day I’m moved to
tears as we sing, “Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like
me…”
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“I
feel like I don’t have much to offer.
Like I need a story.” I’m
trembling as I say this, and the lentils that I’m stirring spatter on the stovetop. My husband leans against the counter and
looks at me. “You don’t have to make up
a story, Dear,” he says.
It’s
later that I realize he’s right. I don’t
have to make up a story: I already have one.
It’s true that it’d be stretch to make my story the story of a prodigal. On the contrary, I’ve always been a “good
girl.” I was raised in a
conservative Christian home. I was an A
student from kindergarten through college.
There is no promiscuity in my past, no drunkenness, no deep, dark
secrets that I’ve long buried. B.J. and
I regularly hear comments on how beautiful or well-behaved our children
are. Jill trusts me to write this little
column every other week. To all outward appearances,
I live a decent life.
But
during His earthly ministry Jesus taught that keeping God’s law required inward
as well as outward obedience. Our Lord equated
lust with adultery, and name-calling with murder. He taught the Pharisees that for all their
pious deeds, inwardly they were filthy. In
fact, it is in response to their accusation – “This man receives sinners, and
eats with them!” – that Jesus presented the parable of the prodigal son. And it’s as I read those latter verses of
Luke 15 over again that I see myself, after all. No, not in the prodigal. In the prodigal’s elder brother, and in the
Pharisees that he represents. Like them,
I’m prone to think that my Father’s love is based on my own good deeds and external
conduct rather than on His gracious character.
On who I am rather than on Who He is.
It’s
when I’m in bed that night that my sins rise up against me. Bursts of impatience with my children. A surly attitude toward my husband. The squandering of precious time. Those evil things that I’ve committed – that I
wish I wouldn’t do, but still do. Even more,
there are the things that I’ve omitted – the good that I desire to do – that I should do – but don’t. My lack of faith. My lack of thankfulness. My lack of zeal. Opportunities to share the gospel that I’ve
avoided. The reality that in spite of
all I’ve been given spiritually and materially – from my godly upbringing, to a
faithful church, to a loving husband and children, to many gifts that I could
use to bless others – I’m prone to
discontent and self-centeredness. To
pride.
And yet there’s this: in spite of myself and the little that I’ve
done with all that I’ve been given, the God of heaven willed to save a wretch
like me.
I’m
a “good girl.” The amazing testimony of
my life? There’s grace for me, too.
Hi Sarah - We all have our own stories to tell, and you do a fabulous job telling yours. I'm wondering if you could please explain what the Enterprise is. I'm guessing it's some sort of weekly or monthly magazine or paper? As well, I'm wondering if you've read the book with the same title as this blog post. I haven't, but it looks interesting. As always, I enjoy reading your posts, and therefore, your story :)
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Lisa -
DeleteThe Enterprise is the small-town Edgerton, MN newspaper. Jill F., a friend and member of Edgerton PRC, is it's editor, and the one who asked me some time ago to write a column every-other week. Even before I noted at the top of the blog posts whether or not they were for the Enterprise, many of the posts were actually first columns for the paper.
Thanks for asking. :-)
Sarah
And no, I haven't read Emily Freeman's book, but it's long been on my mental list of things to read someday! :-)
DeleteThanks for your post, Sarah! It definitely resonated with me. :-) Love to read your writing!
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