I was sitting in a court room yesterday waiting to see if a former employee of the company I work for would show up and plead the charges brought against him. While I was sitting in the court room I realized that I had never been in a court of law before, not even for my divorce.
The best words I can find to describe the time I spent in that court room was spiritual, but also a little saddening.
The things that I thought was sad was watching people being lead in bound one to another wearing a striped jump suit with chains on their hands and feet. People there to either proclaim their innocence or admit their guilt. People that most likely had a choice, but felt like they had none. People that thought maybe this will make my pain go away. People that didn’t give a crap and didn’t care who they hurt. People that committed a crime or has been falsely accused. People hanging their hopes either on a lawyer they paid or one that was appointed to them.
It was really a thought provoking experience for me.
I got an opportunity to witness to the lady that was sitting next to me and talk about what she was being accused of. I won’t go into the details of her case but the bottom line is she is hurting and is seeking comfort. I am praying she finds that comfort.
The spiritual aspect of my court room experience was one of questions like, I wonder what God’s court room will look like? How many of the people in here that stand accused know that no matter what they have done they can be forgiven?
Oh and the guy didn’t show up….