When Grace Meets Desperation: A Testimony

It was a day like any other. Mummy went to work as usual, had an uneventful day there and returned home. When she went to get her handbag, though, she couldn’t find it. She was not alarmed at first. She was sure she’d just placed it somewhere absentmindedly and would soon find it.

“Have you seen my handbag?” she asked me. I hadn’t but I, too, was not alarmed. “Have you checked the car,” I responded. “Yes, I have and it’s not there.” I started to help her look for it all over the house, retracing her steps. We were so sure it was in the house somewhere. Nothing. After a little while, it became clear the handbag was not in the house or the car so she called her workplace.

By this time, we were slightly worried. There were valuables in the bag including her wallet with all her bank cards, ID and a good amount of cash. She also had three mobile phones in the bag, one of which belonged to my recently deceased father. See, we had been looking for contacts that he kept such as the plumber, electrician, and handyman he used regularly among other important details for service providers, his friends and associates. 

We had just found them on his secondary phone (he had two) and we were elated. We had been struggling with getting hold of certain service providers and really feeling the gap that he left behind. Anyway, she called work and they promised to search and call her back. They thoroughly searched her office and the entire premises – it was not found. We prayed that the bag and its contents would turn up. Then it dawned on her…

She had been called in to work for an emergency that morning and in her hurried state to attend to the emergency, she must have left the bag in the car and the car unlocked. Needless to say, we were devastated. She had just gotten the cash for something important, not to mention the irreplaceable phone and books she had in there. We kept praying and, in my frustration, I said, “Whoever took that bag should know that such actions do not bring blessings.” 

I even started to say out loud that they shouldn’t expect to progress or prosper in life if that is how they went about things but God would not let me. He would not let me criticise the person any further or speak about their future in that way. He checked me so clearly, and I was surprised. He knew the hurt I was feeling at losing something that belonged to my dad, something that couldn’t be replaced, something that we needed at that time. He knew the need we had for that cash. He knew how difficult it is to replace cards, IDs and driving licenses. He was fully aware and He was… What?

He was showing grace and asking me to do the same. He placed on my heart that I did not know the person who took the bag or their circumstances and what led them to commit what was probably an act of desperation. We all fail, make wrong choices and fall short. This person needed grace not judgement, and certainly not judgement from me, one who falls short too. Saying what I was saying, thinking what I was thinking, was not going to change my situation or make me feel better – at least in the long term. What it would do is potentially harden my heart towards someone and place distance between me and God. And my Heavenly Father was having none of that!

Guess, what?! She felt God was placing the same message of grace on her heart too! And so, we placed our trust in Him in the matter and carried on with the day. Not too long after that, my mum received a call from someone she did not know. Turns out this man was a pastor, like my mum, and saw a handbag lying in a ditch next to the road. He was hesitant at first but something prompted him to pick it up and open it. He found my mum’s business card inside – her pastoral card – and decided to call her.

We went to meet him in the city centre, which in itself was not an easy feat because he had quite a busy day and had to go out of his way to ensure he got the bag back to us. He later shared that when he saw that the bag belonged to a fellow pastor, he was so moved and he knew he had to get the handbag back to us at all costs. We briefly shared the story of how the bag went missing, how God showed grace to the person who stole the bag in the first place and how He orchestrated that mummy get the handbag back through a fellow pastor. 

The cash was missing from the bag, and so were the phones. In the place of hurt and disappointment though, a newfound grace for the perpetrator, trust in God’s provision and sustenance, and peace through it all had taken deep root. When I shared the story with my Bible study group, all were amazed at the turn of events, at how God led with grace in such a situation and caused us to do the same, thereby bringing Glory to God. This was about four years ago but it still stands as a powerful testimony to me and my family.

I hope that by sharing this story with you, it also stands as a powerful testimony to you about the unmerited grace God gives us and perhaps those that have wronged or hurt us. It is not always easy to accept or to give, especially in light of accountability, justice and restitution. However, these things are not mutually exclusive. God is just and merciful. God is the bringer of both justice and grace. It is for us to follow His example and be led by Him because only he can see the complete story, the past, the present and the parts that are still to be written. 

Jesus died for our sins, knowing full well how undeserving we all are. I mean, that was the whole point. So, reflect on the level of grace in your life. Let God’s grace grab ahold of your heart. Let Him show you how to walk in grace, if you aren’t doing so already. Accept the grace God has freely given, and grant yourself and others grace when you or they falter. 2 Corinthians 9:8 ESV says God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that having all sufficiency in all things, at all times, you may abound in every good work. Only God can supply the desire, the strength and skill to live a live that is worthy of Him.