The Grace Card Page #6
You need anything else?
Father, you know we need a
miracle right now for Blake.
We're coming to you asking
that you help them find a kidney
that will work
with Blake's body.
You touched him.
- Morning, baby.
- Coffee first, then talk.
They gonna lose that boy?
Don't know.
Did I tell you
they lost their first child too?
This is beautiful.
- What is this?
- Something Grandpa George gave me.
It was supposed to be
a teaching moment,
but I'm not quite sure I got it.
"I promise to pray for you
every day,
ask your forgiveness,
grant you the same
and be your friend always."
Yeah, that's pretty
advanced theology.
Must be, because a child wrote it.
You always know
Well, I'm sick
about the man's family.
And it's all I could do
to pray for him.
This guy makes me feel things
I haven't felt in a long, long time.
Like?
Anger.
Hate.
- What's wrong with me, Debra?
- You're a human being.
I'm a pastor.
I was called to minister
to people, or so I thought.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- It's my part-time job.
I can't focus on it or grow it
because I have to ride around
in a cop car for 10 hours a day
with some guy who hates me
because I'm black.
That's his problem.
What's that got to do with you?
He's showing me where my heart is
and where it isn't.
It's not with people.
I thought it was
until I met one I couldn't love.
This is just words to me now.
It's not real anymore.
Chasing the bad guys,
wearing the badge, that's real.
And I'm growing there,
but my church isn't growing.
It's growing stale.
And soon enough, it'll just die,
because of me.
That's what Mac is doing
in my life, Debra.
Showing me
where my heart really is.
It's carrying a gun,
not carrying a Bible.
You are a good man, Sam Wright,
and I'm so glad God gave you to me,
but I think you've got it
backwards, baby.
God didn't bring him into your life.
He brought you into his.
You just gotta figure out why.
You'd think with an organ-donor box
on every driver's license in America,
you'd find one kidney
that would match his.
Do you really care?
I'm here, aren't I?
Because you wanna be
or because you have to be?
I haven't decided yet.
Good answer.
- I got...
- You're not gonna preach, are you?
You know how I get
when you preach.
No.
But it's interesting
you're here.
I just came to sit with you.
By sunup tomorrow, I won't be
a father anymore or a husband.
Sara won't even come home
after we bury him.
She'll just keep on going.
Sam, I...
I didn't mean what I said to you
in the car.
I know you didn't.
I say a lot of things I don't mean.
I hurt my wife every single day
with something I say.
I hurt Blake, so he ran out on us.
I even made my 5-year-old
He didn't want to. I made him.
If I just...
If I just hadn't...
Just answer me this, Sam.
This good Lord
you prattle on about...
Why would he let two little boys die
and let some miserable wretch
who doesn't wanna live anyway
go on?
There's no answer
to that question.
There's just not.
Then what is there to
believe in, man? What...?
What's the use of any of it?
Every time I think
I got it all figured out,
I get a curveball thrown at me.
I only know
we're in this together, Mac.
And somebody put us here.
And it wasn't
to make us suffer, either.
We brought that one
on ourselves.
You didn't cause
either one of them.
They were both
accidents, Mac.
- I did.
- No.
God doesn't want you
to carry that burden, Mac.
He wants you to be rid
of that pain.
I don't deserve to be out of pain.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry. God help me.
I'm so sorry.
Then you are forgiven.
Do you hear me, Mac?
You are forgiven
because you asked for it.
I don't want him...
I don't want him to die, Sam.
I don't want my little boy to die.
I'll give anything.
Please pray, will you? Please pray.
I don't want my boy to die.
Oh, God.
You gotta pray with me.
Oh, my Lord,
my dear, sweet Lord,
I'd like to swear
to submit to you, God.
We pray, Lord, that you lift up...
Hey, Dad.
a moment, please?
I've been wanting to talk.
Every time I come,
you're asleep or in some
Star Wars machine or...
With Mom?
Yeah.
Take good care of her, okay?
- She's not as strong as you are.
- Hey.
Hey, none of that. Look, we're...
We're gonna beat this thing, okay?
They think they found
a match in Canada...
Dad.
I'm sorry, Dad.
I'm the one
who needs to say he's sorry.
I should've done it
a long, long time ago.
I am so sorry.
Please tell me you forgive me.
You know I do.
Do you realize
how much I love you?
I love you, Blake.
I just wish that there was
something I could do.
He's just gone downhill so fast.
And I cannot find him
a kidney.
No family matches, no friends.
- What you got there, Sam?
- Blood work. High cholesterol.
Let me look at that.
It'll give me something else
to think about.
Sam?
I know my LDL's too high.
- I gotta cut back on my...
- Your blood type.
- You're A positive.
- What's that got to do with my LDL?
So is Blake McDonald.
So you mean that I...?
I mean you may have just
gotten your wish.
Come on, Blake, hang in there,
buddy. You just gotta hang in there.
I thought type A positive meant
I was an overachiever.
Who would've actually thought
that meant something?
- I would, that's who.
- I'll be right back.
You go home and make me one
of those big old cheesy lasagnas.
And don't forget
my garlic bread, either.
And, baby, I know why now.
I love you.
I'm sorry,
this is as far as you can go.
Mommy, we had a question.
What's that, honey?
Um, how do they know a black
kidney will work in a white boy?
Well, because on the inside,
we're pretty much all the same.
You'll be fine. Just a little stick.
At long last,
we have our senior pastor back.
Now, before we bring him back,
get out your grace cards.
Let's see the cards.
Let's welcome back our brother,
our teacher,
our friend and healer,
Sergeant Pastor Sam Wright.
- Hallelujah!
- Okay, okay, okay.
- All right, let's read that card.
- All right.
I hereby promise to, one:
Pray for you every day.
Two:
Ask your forgiveness.
Three:
Grant you the same.
- And be your friend when?
- Always.
Now, the next time
somebody talks to you
about playing the race card,
you whip that bad boy out.
Sign your name at the bottom
and tell them,
"No, my brother, my sister,
I'm playing me the grace card."
Now, six weeks ago, right here,
I told you all
that when the student was ready,
the teacher would appear.
- Yes, you did.
- Yes.
I just didn't think
that I was the student.
But I was.
And the teacher, he appeared.
Oh, man, did he appear.
And Brother Mac,
you weren't just my teacher.
You were the professor.
Yeah.
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