The word
"reconciliation" brings to
my mind an experience I had several years ago as my husband and I were entering
into full time ministry with the SA, assigned to plant a corps in a developing
area. We were already employees with the
Army, living in and paying rent on a property normally used as housing for
employees who were new to the area. It
was obvious there had never been upgrades made to the house. After years of tenant use and abuse, it was in
a very dilapidated state. However, being
new to the work, and only renters, we didn’t feel entitled to ask for any
improvements to be made.
A few
years later, as we were leaving that division to launch into our new assignment
as Envoys, we received a scathing letter from the newly appointed DC regarding
the condition of the quarters we had just vacated, saying, among other things,
that it was “uninhabitable” (ouch)! The newly
appointed corps officer, who we knew by reputation, respected, and looked forward
to meeting, also joined in this accusation.
We had taken pains to ensure that the house was found in better
condition when we left than when we first arrived. Friends from the corps came to help us move
and clean up, and attested to the fact that it was left spotless. Unfortunately, there was little anyone could
do about the condition due to age and normal wear and tear. . We learned later that plans were already in the process of being made to move new Lieutenants into the house, so in the end the house was renovated to standards that SA officers would find more acceptable.
Shortly
after this painful parting from that division, I was selected as a delegate to
an interdenominational Prayer Conference. The speakers were all topnotch
Christian leaders from all over the world. The speaker who impressed me
most was Nancy Lee DeMoss, who spoke of our need to forgive in order to obtain forgiveness,
and to be used by God in our ministries.
A list was passed out comparing “Proud People” with “Broken People”,
which we were given time to read and pray over.
We were
then asked to move into circles of a dozen, in a room packed with hundreds of
people. There were a few other SA delegates in that crowd, and everyone
quickly moved randomly around, seeking a group to join. As the group of
strangers around me began to gather together, I was glad to see a long time officer
friend join our group. Just as the prayer session was about to begin,
those who hadn’t yet found a group, did so.
I saw another officer join our group, and lo and behold, it was the same
corps officer who had recently joined in those hurtful accusations against my
husband and me, and who I had been harboring resentment against…what was God
doing? By the look of shock on the
officer’s face, I saw he hadn’t been aware that I was in the group until that
moment, but it was too late to do anything about it…the prayer session was
starting.
Our
groups were told to first pray individually, asking the Lord to examine our
hearts and show us where we needed to be forgiven, and to whom we needed to
show forgiveness. All I could think of
was No. 25 on the list that Nancy DeMoss gave us, which stated:
“Proud People…wait for the other to come and ask
forgiveness when there is a misunderstanding or conflict in relationships.
Broken People…take the initiative to be
reconciled when there is a misunderstanding or a conflict in relationships;
they race to the cross; they see if they can get there first, no matter how
wrong the other may have been.”
When we
were then asked to pray together in our groups, I felt the presence of the Lord
so strongly, urging me to pray. Although
I tried to fight it, I finally opened my mouth and prayed, first, thanking the
Lord for bringing me to the conference to make me aware of my own brokenness
and unforgiving spirit, which I had been unaware of.
I then
thanked Him for bringing into that group the person against whom I had been
harboring resentment. Before I could go
on, all of a sudden that officer grabbed my hand and began praying, asking the
Lord for forgiveness. It was as if a dam
had burst, so much came tumbling out, and I knew that officer hadn’t realized
the situation he had stepped into when he first came onto that scene that
caused us such hurt.
When the
prayer session broke up, we had a brief opportunity to converse and again make
amends. I felt as if a heavy weight had
been lifted off my shoulders. Everyone
around us was pretty stunned, not really knowing what had just taken place…and
nobody dared ask. However, we knew it
was a miracle that only God could have orchestrated, bringing people together in
order to provide healing so His work could be accomplished…especially at the
beginning of the new ventures the Lord had brought all of us to. My husband was amazed when I told him what
had happened, and it was a healing for him as well. I cannot speak for the other officer, as we
never saw each other again, but God taught me a lesson in reconciliation – to forgive even when I do not feel like it, or
when the other person does not ask it of me.
“Merciful God, who didst send thy messengers the prophets to preach repentance and prepare the way for our salvation: Give us grace to heed their warnings and forsake our sins, that we may greet with joy the coming of Jesus Christ our Redeemer, who livith and reigneth with thee and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Amen. (Book of Common Prayer, Second Sunday of Advent).”
(name on file)
Former
Officer
USA West