Seth Barnes Nov 6, 2007 7:00 PM

An arsonist hits my neighborhood

9:02 a.m., EST. Three hours ago, a neighbor's home was set on fire and changed the course of my morning. It gave me an unwelcome opportunity to exe...

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9:02 a.m., EST.

Three hours ago, a neighbor's home was set on fire and changed the course of my morning. It gave me an unwelcome opportunity to exercise grace.

As I made my way past the fire engines and the firemen with all their hoses crisscrossing the lawn, there was my neighbor. I'd never met him before.

What I didn't know is that he's the same guy I was really ticked at last week. Karen and I were talking about Leah. Recently she's been admitted to a school for special needs children in the area.

Karen said, "What a difference between this experience and the last school. The teacher didn't want to be bothered with Leah's situation and the principal of that school wouldn't do anything to help me. I was so frustrated. It was an awful experience. After that, I gave up on the public school system."

Somehow, I hadn't realized just how traumatic that whole experience had been for her. Hearing about it again made me want to track down that principal and give him a piece of my mind. But, he'd retired and I didn't know how exactly to do it, so I let it go.

This morning when I walked over to the smoldering remains of my neighbor's home and began talking to its owner, I discovered that he was the very principal who, when we were most vulnerable and needed help, did nothing. And now, in one of those perplexing twists of fate, he was in the one who needed help. An arsonist had set fire to his place and he didn't have any insurance to rebuild.

Not only could I not give him a piece of my mind, but God was asking me to give him the very grace that I had wanted from him.

I knew what I had to do. So I said, "Look, I run a local ministry and some of us there would be happy to help you. And beyond that, I'd like to pray for you, what can I be praying for you about?"

Having to do stuff like that is one of the things that bothers me the most about our faith. Jesus requires me to offer grace instead of a piece of my mind. Maybe you like squelching your desires for retribution, but it bothers me that I don't get the pleasure of sharing my pain with my neighbor. Instead, I have to share his. The Muslim faith has a much more satisfying response to situations like this. Being a follower of Jesus stinks, sometimes.

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For anybody who's wondering, tomorrow I'll get back to my series on "Lessons from my worst short-term mission project ever." Read yesterday's lesson on picking the wrong leaders here.

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