The Hot Seat

Blurry Prison

My steps unsure, my boots clank as I’m ushered into a small courtroom.

They sit in nervous twitch up front, in the hot seat. I sit right behind them. All I can see is the back of her head, tangled locks drape over to shield shame.

Hush hovers over pressed-wood-walls of the courtroom. The judge prepares to address the couple, our friends who had their children taken away. Friends I’d ministered to, entered life with, jumped in the ditch for… praying when it was all over, we’d be following right behind Jesus together.

But this isn’t the case today, not yet anyway.

The judge hones in on me like a death star tractor beam and says, “Who are you?”

I stand tall, legs weak, stomach even weaker and mutter words, “I am a friend.”

I think to myself ~ a friend who, when CPS called, took their three children home to my house. A friend wondering how she got in this mess when all she wanted was to share the Gospel, love her neighbor as herself. A friend who actually thought the children would be safer in foster care.

Then I began tossing ideas, “Why wasn’t I seated on the other side… with the social worker?” I agreed with her, not with them. Why in the world did I sit and then stand on their behalf. These mix of emotions pop like firecrackers in my soul.

Judge Pounding Gavel

Then something happened.

God began to shift my perspective from disgust to mercy. Mercy and love towards these people who didn’t deserve it. The same kind of scandalous mercy that knocked me off the road headed for hell years ago.

“…For judgment is without mercy to one who has shown no mercy. Mercy triumphs over judgment,” (James 2:12-13).

“Why do you pass judgment on your brother? Or you, why do you despise your brother? For we will all stand before the judgment seat of God;” (Romans 14:10).

I feel the blush run over, the joy fills deep.

I’m reminded that I too will sit in the hot seat, the seat of judgment. Only the courts and the judge will be much different.

My worship overflows within the confines of my chair as I am thankful. I am thankful that on that day, God my eternal judge, will see the blood of the Lamb who is worthy instead of myself, my sin, who is unworthy. He will stand on my behalf not because He is just my Savior, but because He is my friend.

“If we don’t love the people we can see around us, then we don’t love God, whom we can’t see,” (1 John 4:20).


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“He will stand on my behalf not because He is just my Savior, but because He is my friend.” Love this!
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Such a beautiful example of His mercy extended to them by you. That is an amazing gift that He gave to you and that you passed on to them. Such a great testimony that you’ll never forget.
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