The Grace Card Page #7

Brothers and sisters,

I love my city.

- But she is torn right in half.

- Yes.

I don't have to tell you that.

Look around you.

- You've been hurt.

- Yes.

- I've been hurt.

- Yes.

And we just keep right on hurting

each other, don't we?

Yes, we do. Yes.

No justice, no peace.

I hear that every single day,

like justice

is gonna change our hearts.

- It won't.

- That's right.

It's not justice we need

or even want.

- It's grace.

- Yeah.

- It's forgiveness.

- Yeah.

You wanna heal a broken city?

- A broken world?

- Yeah.

- It has to start right there.

- Yes.

And I promise to pray for each of you

every single day,

to forgive you

whether you ask for it or not.

- All right.

- Amen, now.

And to ask you to forgive me.

Yes.

May I help you, sir?

In another life,

I was another man.

I was a thief and a fool.

A policeman, who rightly was trying

to bring me to justice, pursued me.

I ran,

and I took this family's child

away from them.

It was prison, finally,

that broke me.

I surrendered my life

to my father,

and I sought to make amends

for the mess that I made of that life.

For penance, I entered the mission

field in my ancestors' land of Kenya.

Now it is the thing for which I live.

I paid society for my crime

with eight years of my life.

Justice was served,

but not to this family.

I owe them a debt

I can never repay.

I cannot and I will not go another day

without facing them

and accepting responsibility

for what I have done.

With all my heart,

I am sorry.

I beg your forgiveness.

I beg your grace.

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