I am not usually one to participate in political discussions. I do not enjoy the political banter between red and blue and I certainly don't enjoy arguing my political positions with friends. But the recent uproar over POW Bowe Bergdahl's release has me thinking.
I've watched numerous news anchors and commentators discuss whether or not this American soldier was worthy of rescue. At one point, I even questioned it myself. I wondered how our government could give up five known Taliban leaders for one American soldier. As I read more and more stories about this soldier, I became angry about the seemingly useless act. I read the speculation that he deserted his camp and fellow soldiers. I read that six American servicemen lost their lives searching for him. That certainly seems like a tall price.
It is impossible, however, for me to view cases like these without looking through my "mother goggles." For me, having children made the world a different place. I can not think about political situations like these without thinking of my own children. I can not escape the thoughts that come. Thoughts like "What if that were my son?"
As I looked for answers, Jesus suddenly spoke to me. Very quietly, but bluntly, he asked me, "How many Taliban leaders is your son worth?" It stopped me dead in my tracks. I would give anything to have my son freed. Anything. There would be no second-guessing, "But did he desert his country? Is he a traitor? Did he intend to join the enemy? Did he make a terrible mistake?" It simply would not matter. I'd just want my son home.
The questions continued to humble my heart. What if Jesus thought I wasn't worthy of saving? What if my mistakes had led Him to consider the price too high?
By human nature, we are quick to judge. We are quick to point out that rules were broken and mistakes were made. I am so glad that I serve a God that doesn't keep record of wrongs. Through God's grace He rescued me. Though the price was too high, he saved me. He gave his life for me. He would spend a lifetime chasing my tracks to find me. He would never give up looking for me.
He is my Savior. I am free.
Aren't we supposed to think like Jesus? Isn't He our ultimate example? Didn't he rescue the unworthy?
I am thankful that mistakes I've made didn't result in national security consequences. I am also thankful that my bad decisions aren't plastered all over the evening news. I am most thankful for a God that loves me despite all of these. No matter your opinions on this debate, a son is safe. I'm pretty sure Jesus is pleased with that.
Dear Lord,
Thank you for rescuing me despite my mistakes. Thank you for reminding me that other people's mistakes are not mine to judge. It is so easy to get caught up in the controversy of this world. Help me to keep my eyes on you no matter the circumstance, no matter the situation. There is no debating your love for me. I am so grateful you found me worthy. I love you so much. Amen.
So if the Son sets you free, you will indeed be free. John 8:36
