I don’t even know where to begin. Tears truly roll down my face as I write these words.
Within mere hours of publishing last week’s post it became the most viewed article that I have ever written. But that is what it so amazing to me, I didn’t write it. By the end of the day, A Letter from the Man Who Killed My Parents had 5 times as many views as anything I have ever written and the numbers are still rising. But I didn’t write it.
The words that you read were re-typed by my hands, but they were originally written by the hands, and from the heart, of this man that society believes I should hate. I may have written the opening paragraph, but everything else was someone else’s words. And that makes me so grateful.
I’m so happy and thankful that this post got more views and shares and comments than anything else because it has nothing to do with me. And it doesn’t have anything to do with Brett, the letter’s author.
No, this letter is nothing but a testimony of the Love and Grace of our amazing God. I have been completely overwhelmed by gratitude and unworthiness over the last week like I haven’t in a very long time because of the impact of this post. I have received countless messages saying that this has restored so many of your faith and for that, I could not be more grateful.
As people have shared and commented I’ve said thank you, but the truth is I don’t deserve any credit. I read your words that say, “This is such a testimony of God’s Love and forgiveness and how He works everything out for good,” and I feel the exact same way.
I have been just as impacted as you.
The thing that I have thought over and over all week has been,
Jesus is Love and Healing. It is not something that He does, it is everything that He is. So anything broken and seemingly wasted that you lay at His feet will not stay that way. He will make up for the bad with so much more good if you let Him.
It is so like Him to work something hard, and painful, and life altering to show the power of His truth, and forgiveness, and grace, and Love.
It is so like Him to remind people that there are two sides to every story, including the painful ones. While so many people have prayed for my family and me over the last seven years, this man on the other side of our story has needed Jesus just as desperately. And Jesus loves Brett just as much as He loves us.
That’s the beauty of the Love of Jesus, He has no limits.
He Loves the ones who have been taught to love Him and He Loves the ones who have no idea who He is.
Jesus Loves the ones who run to Him during pain and He equally Loves the ones who blame Him and run in the opposite direction.
Jesus Loves the ones who are living with with consequences of someone else’s mistake and He equally Loves the mistake-maker.
Jesus Loves the broken and the healed.
He Loves the lost and the found.
Jesus Loves the miracle and He loves the murderer.
He Loves the parentless daughter and He Loves the drunk driver.
Regardless of the situation, the guilt, or the blame, Jesus says, Run to Me. Your brokenness is welcome here. Just lay it at my feet.
“It may be unfulfilled, it may be unrestored, but when anything that’s shattered is laid before the Lord just watch and see, it will not be unredeemed.”