A few weeks ago during a winter storm,
there was an automobile accident on the freeway entrance ramp that I use almost
every day. A local man lost control of his car on the ice and slid into the
guardrail. He wasn’t hurt, so he decided to call his wife to tell her about the
accident and let her know he was fine. Then, while he was inspecting the damage
to his car, another driver slid on the same ice and hit him—killing him at the
scene. I learned about the accident from my son, who works with the son of the
man who was killed.
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My prayer surprised me. Why did I think of this man
after all these years? Why did I feel compelled to pray for him?
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While driving past the accident site a
few days later, I started praying for my son’s friend and his family. Then it
struck me to pray for the other driver. How was he feeling, knowing he had
killed someone? As I drove, I prayed that God would give the man comfort,
encouragement and peace.
As I was thinking about the angst this
man must be suffering, my mind went back to another accident. This one happened
39 years ago. A drunken driver ran a red light and broadsided our car. Two of my
sisters, one 8 and the other 3, were killed. I wondered how that driver felt
today. I can’t imagine how he has lived with the guilt and pain these past 39
years. But I’ve never even given a thought to him. So I did something I’ve never
done before. I prayed for the man who killed my sisters. I asked God to relieve
his pain and his guilt. I also asked God to give him peace and to heal him.
My prayer surprised me. Why did I
think of this man after all these years? Why did I feel compelled to pray for
him? Where were these thoughts coming from?
As I continued to drive and wonder,
the sermon I had given the previous week came to mind. I was preaching from Luke
6 and had spent a few minutes on verses 27-28, which read, "But to you who are
listening I say: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those
who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you." I realized I had just forgiven
the man who killed my sisters, and I had prayed for my "enemy."
It was an unbelievably freeing moment.
I had actually asked God to bless the man who had caused my family and me so
much pain. What enabled me to do that? That’s when it really hit me. I was able
to pray for him because for the first time, I saw this man through Christ’s
eyes.
Jesus does not look at him as the man
who drank too much and caused a deadly accident. Jesus sees a brother, a
precious child of God, whose mistake had horrific consequences. This one mistake
took two innocent lives and forever changed two families—his and mine. But the
mistake did not stop or change this man from being who he is and always will
be—God’s beloved child. God never stopped loving him or wanting to have a
personal relationship with him.
I don’t know where this man is today.
I have no idea whether he is a believer. All I know is that God inspired me to
pray for him and I did. That prayer changed me.
Praying for our enemies frees us from
a lot of emotional baggage and enables us to see others as God sees them.
Further, it helps us place others in God’s hands and trust him to do his work in
them just as he does his work in us. Our "enemies" are God’s children.
My prayer for the man who killed my
sisters inspired me. I believe God was reminding me that in Christ, all my
friends and all my "enemies" are forgiven, loved and included. Christ provides
the restoration: I know that by his love and power I’ll see my sisters again.
And he provides the healing and reconciliation: theirs, mine and that of the man
who hit us. Jesus is truly our "all in all," the beginning and the end, the full
measure of our lives.