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My Brother's Shoes
Jill Carattini
 
In 1969 Simon Wiesenthal penned his thought-provoking book, The Sunflower, which captured the agony he personally experienced in one of history's darkest moments. Relating one encounter with the Holocaust, Wiesenthal described how he had been taken from a Nazi death-camp to a makeshift army hospital. He was ushered by a nurse to the side of a Nazi soldier who had asked to have a few private moments with a Jew. Wiesenthal warily entered the room and was brought face to face with a fatally wounded man, bandaged from head to toe. The man struggled to face him and spoke in broken words. Wiesenthal nervously endured the anxious monologue, finding himself numbed by the encounter. The soldier confessed the heinous act of setting ablaze an entire village of Jews; at his whim, men, women, and children were burned to death. With great anxiety, he described his inability to silence from his mind the screams of those people. Now on a deathbed himself, the man was making a last desperate attempt to seek the forgiveness of a Jew. The man begged him to stay, repeating his cry for forgiveness, but Wiesenthal could only walk away. At the hands of Nazi soldiers like this one now dying before him, Wiesenthal had lost eighty-nine of his own relatives.
 
Yet even years later he wondered if he had done the right thing. Should he have accepted the man's repentance and offered the forgiveness so earnestly sought? Had he neglected a weighted invitation to speak or was silence the only appropriate reply? Seeking an answer, Wiesenthal wrote to thirty-two men and women of high regard--scholars, noble laureates, psychologists, and others. Twenty-six of the thirty-two affirmed his choice to not offer the forgiveness that was sought. Six speculated on the costly, but superior, road of pardon and mercy.
 
I don't know what it would take to absolve anyone of so monumental a crime. I don't know if it is possible to offer forgiveness for something so far beyond our moral reach. But I know that even in the most unfathomable places the God of Scripture somehow carries the burden of grace. Who can fathom the Son of God on the Cross pleading with the Father to forgive the guilty for killing him? Who can conceive of a God who comes among his people, trusting himself to the hands of a fallen world? Who can grasp the heart of a God who chooses to love an undeserving people? To live as one marked by his disruptive grace is not easy. The command to forgive is thoroughly unsettling, in fact, it is sometimes haunting. To persist in love when we are tired or overwhelmed, or even rightfully angered by injustice, is a massive and costly request.
 
I have often found it easier to fit into shoes of the prodigal son than the shoes of the remaining older brother. Yet in this well-known parable of Jesus, both sons are invited to celebrate and rejoice. To the prodigal child who has squandered and defamed, God's grace is lavish. It is extravagant and poured out on those who neither expect it, nor deserve it. The celebration is thrown in the honor of the run-away, over the return of just one lost sheep. When these shoes are ours, we are both humbled by the Father's attention and compelled by his mercy.
 
Yet to the child on the other side of justice, the Father's grace is jarring and disruptive. His invitation to the feast is both awkward and demanding, a seeming call to overlook the potential of our brother to strike again at our expense. These shoes are much harder to walk in. The Father's call to forgive the one whose sincerity is questionable is often agonizing; his command to love the habitual prodigals in our midst is both costly and exhausting.
 
But it is his request. "Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother when he sins against me? Up to seven times?" asked Peter. But Jesus answered, "I tell you, not seven times, but seventy times seven" (Matthew 18:21-22). God's grace disrupts our sense of righteousness and summons us to respond in similar kind. Whether we find ourselves in the shoes of the prodigal or treading the difficult ground of the older brother there is good reason to rejoice and celebrate the unveiling love of the Father. His unfathomable grace and mercy shatters our sense of who is worthy to enjoy the benefits of God's kingdom, inviting us to the celebration regardless of where we stand.
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Jill Carattini is senior associate writer at Ravi Zacharias International Ministries in Atlanta, Georgia.
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[Copyright(c) 2007 - Ravi Zacharias International Ministries (RZIM).  Reprinted with permission. A Slice of Infinity is a ministry of Ravi Zacharias International Ministries]
 

 
The Song of Songs Chapter 5 (Part 4)
Charles E. Wigg
 
The Bride then looks down his beautiful person and remarks on His beautiful legs which she says are like pillars of marble. Which would remind us of the strength and dignity of the blessed walk of the Lord Jesus. We recall how that He set his face steadfastly, (as a flint), to go to Jerusalem knowing what was to be accomplished there. He let nothing turn Him aside from the path of the will of God. But those legs were set on sockets of pure gold. So that as we ponder His walk, we see the Godhead glory, even at the point where those lovely feet touched the earth. Surely He has left us a model that we should follow in His steps.
 
Her eyes then sweep up to His face once more. His whole person is absolutely lovely, His bearing is as Lebanon excellent as the cedars, there is a lofty dignity, purity and firmness about Him. His mouth is most sweet, how often He has spoken to us, and He has expressed the sweetness of His precious love in His holy word to us.
 
Yea He is altogether lovely, I have often challenged His children by asking them if you could change the Lord Jesus in any way, what would you want to change? And the answer comes, Nothing, because everything about Him is lovely!  He is altogether lovely.
 
Let us hear what C. H. Spurgeon has to say!   The superlative beauty of Jesus is all-attracting; it is not so much to be admired as to be loved. He is more than pleasant and fair, he is lovely. Surely the people of God can fully justify the use of this golden word, for he is the object of their warmest love, a love founded on the intrinsic excellence of his person, the complete perfection of his charms. Look, O disciples of Jesus, to your Master’s lips, and say, “Are they not most sweet?” Do not his words cause your hearts to burn within you as he talks with you by the way? Ye worshippers of Immanuel, look up to his head of much fine gold, and tell me, are not his thoughts precious unto you? Is not your adoration sweetened with affection as ye humbly bow before that countenance which is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars? Is there not a charm in his every feature, and is not his whole person fragrant with such a savor of his good ointments, that therefore the virgins love him? Is there one member of his glorious body which is not attractive?-one portion of his person which is not a fresh lodestone to our souls?-one office which is not a strong cord to bind your heart? Our love is not as a seal set upon his heart of love alone; it is fastened upon his arm of power also; nor is there a single part of him upon which it does not fix itself. We anoint his whole person with the sweet spikenard of our fervent love. His whole life we would imitate; his whole character we would transcribe. In all other beings we see some lack, in him there is all perfection. The best even of his favoured saints have had blots upon their garments and wrinkles upon their brows; he is nothing but loveliness. All earthly suns have their spots: the fair world itself hath its wilderness; we cannot love the whole of the most lovely thing; but Christ Jesus is gold without alloy-light without darkness-glory without cloud- "Yea, he is altogether lovely."
 
This is MY Beloved, yea this is my friend, oh daughters of Jerusalem!
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[Reproduced gratefully with permission of the author]