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I Like Mercy.

Submitted by Marcy Schorsch (Grand Rapids, MI)

Perspectives. Why do “bad” things happen to “good” people?

Perspectives. There is that old question we’ve all asked or been asked – Why do “bad” things happen to “good” people? Please do not misunderstand, I do not think that I am a good person by any stretch of the imagination, but as a Christian I have certainly been asked that question many times. It has been a heck of a year for me in regard to things that make you stop and think: I found myself on the “wrong end” of a mugging, lost a few friends far too soon, and had someone who wronged me deeply call on me to hold their hand as they passed away.
When the phone rang, it wasn’t the first time I’d heard the scenario on the other end. But, I knew in my spirit that this time, I was to go. This is one of those stories that goes far back and takes sides. The kind where even your family and closest friends (especially your family and closest friends) would tell you not to go… and would have given you 20 reasons why you had every right to stay away and say “no thanks.” And, I could have said no – except I knew that I was supposed to go.
So, I stood in the ICU and held a frail man’s hand, talked with him, and genuinely prayed with him for his peace, comfort, and forgiveness. As I stood there, hunched over the side rail of his hospital bed, I saw glimpses of broken, shadows of the “same old, same old,” waves of fear, and heard familiarly selfish ambition in his questions. As the nurses and doctors came in and out of the room to tend the beeping monitors, I recognized the judging looks and prodding questions from these folks who had tended this man off and on for many years. They wondered how I could have been so cold as not to have come sooner, and why they had never met me when he introduced me to them as his daughter.
There was no need to defend or explain, I understood that from their evaluation the scenario looked quite different. The truth is, I went there that day because I was called to go, called to go and give away something that was given to me – something I owe a debt of because it was and is given to me abundantly and undeservedly so…. by my Father. SO@50

I like mercy.