On December 27 I was coming home from Waco where my family had a late Christmas at my Mom's house. I came back alone because I was preaching the next morning, but my kids wanted more time with Gran-Gran, Aunt Mary, Uncle Jaral and cousin Nicholas. It was an uneventful drive until I got into Addison on the North Dallas Tollway. In moderately heavy traffic, a motorcycle came whizzing past me traveling 90-100 mph easy. It scared me to death especially as he cut across my front bumper, missing me by inches.
In that moment, the anger and almost irrational rage I felt was overpowering. It's embarrassing to think about now. But I was mad. I wanted to drive down the road and see that guy pulled over by the cops. I wanted Justice to smack him in the face. I wanted to see him in handcuffs and stuffed in the back seat of a police cruiser. I wanted him hauled off to jail and his bike sold at auction. I wanted JUSTICE!.
Of course, two months eariler when I saw blue flashing lights in my own rearview mirror becasue I was speeding in a construction zone, I had a different attitude. When the cop came to my window, do you think I asked for jsutice or grace? I asked for grace. I did not get it, but I asked for it.
The truth is we all have something in us that wants justice for others but grace for ourselves. I am so glad that God does not treat me like I think others deserve to be treated. So my prayer is the prayer written by Brandon Heath in his song, "Give Me Your Eyes."
Give me your eyes for jsut one second
Give me your eyes so I can see
Everything that I keep missing
Give me your love for humanity
Give me your arms for the brokenhearted
The ones that are far beyond my reach
Give me your heart for the ones forgotten
Give me your eyes so I can see.
Then maybe I will begin to see people more and more through the eyes of grace.