It was a busy day, and I was in a restless mood, tired from
lack of sleep and worried about everything on my plate. My son was, thankfully,
healthy for this doctor’s visit, and I felt God nudging me to pray for all the
other children in the waiting room who were sick, and for the mothers who I
knew were just as tired as me.
Another mother, with 4 children, walked in. Her skin was
dark and beautiful. She wore a completely black outfit with a head covering and
a veil over her entire face, except for her eyes. Those eyes. The weight of the
world seemed to shine in them. That and love for her children.
I immediately watched women all around me tense up. I
watched mothers grab their babies like their lives depended on it. I watched
looks cross faces as though they had just sucked a whole lemon or lime. I watched
a few mothers move to the other side of the room, attempting to be discreet but
not hiding their distaste at the same time. I stayed where I was, holding my
little man and thinking about life and this family that just came through the
doors.
Years ago, I would have been one of those women. The one
with the fear. The one with the dirty scowl on my face. The one who sat on the
other side of the room. But I’m not that woman anymore.
I smiled as the mother came near. She sat down not far from
me, as her precious children grabbed some books and toys scattered around the
room. My son wanted to get down to play as well. He had a book we were already
flipping through. The 2-ish girl wanted it, so I gently took it from my son and
handed it to her. I smiled again at the mother. I noticed her body relax. The
worry lines around her eyes decrease. As if she had been waiting for me to say
something or do something else.
“They are beautiful,” I said to her, nodding to her babies.
She smiled. I couldn't see her mouth. But I could see the smile in her eyes.
She nodded, and quietly played with her newborn on her lap.
I remember a time when I would have done the opposite. When
my faith would have prompted me to immediately judge. When the first thought
running through my mind would have been one of disdain or self-righteous
consolation.
I don’t know what it is about having my son that has taught
me about God’s grace in such a life-changing way. It is probably a combination
of things. More than likely me realizing that so much of my previous faith-life
was shallow and built on more of my own thoughts about things rather than His.
I have learned a lot of lessons through the difficult times I have had with my
son. How to really love others was one of them. The Holy Spirit has changed so
much of my thinking. I was never really legalistic. But I was still too much of
a Christian snob.
You see, like the woman at the doctor’s office, I too wore a
veil. Except mine was a false identity, a person I hid behind to make others
think I was good. My veil of perfection. My veil of holiness. Nothing more than
a mask to cover up my own brokenness that the rest of the Christian world
should never, ever see.
Why is it so hard for us Christians to
exemplify both Truth and Grace? After all, this is who Christ was. The fullness
of God in a man was the very perfect demonstration of Truth and Grace. This was
how he treated those He came in contact with, every single time. He never looked
down on anyone, always loving those who were unloved. He never shied away from
the Truth, always teaching those who missed the mark.
Instead, we who are followers of Christ usually pick one or
the other. We think we have to judge others in order to maintain our standards.
We think we have to pretend there is no such thing as sin in order to love
others. Our churches and our preachers focus on one or the other. Why can’t we
be both Truth and Grace? It is possible, because Christ was both, is both.
We can hold to a standard of
Truth without judging. We can love and give Grace completely without
compromising. When a Christian learns to do this, he sets the world on fire.
We can look at a mother who
comes from a different background and truly care for her despite what her
beliefs are. We can speak to a person of a different sexual orientation without
thinking in the back of our mind they are going to hell. We can live our lives
based on Truth while showing others His love. We can fight against a sin-wrecked
world without making others feel they are worthless because they aren't
Christians.
The key in all of this is
knowing Christ and allowing His sweet Spirit to fill us. Those Christians I
know who are reaching others and are making the greatest impact are those who
have been able to master this delicate balance. Christians who speak Love with
every breath they take, and whose lifestyle models a Savior who was pure,
humble, and soaked in integrity and honor. That is the kind of Christian I want
to be – an image bearer of the one true God, taking off the veil of falseness
and instead shining the light of Truth and Grace.