The scene is stuck on a continuous replay mode in my mind. I am sitting at one table with a friend across from two other friends and a stranger at another. He wants to join them while I tell, cajole, and urge him to be patient.
“Our time will come. I will take the lead and introduce you. It will only be a few minutes. Please be patient.”
There is no hesitation.
As the disaster unfolds, I find myself sitting nearby on a different chair. I am a spectator helplessly watching a disaster unfolds that impacts my life as much or more than it does anyone else. I am helpless. I tried. I took proactive steps to prevent what is now in play. I did what I could. I am also powerless – others are free to choose her/his path.
As I step back, excusing myself from the scene for a few minutes, I struggle with what I should or can do. I understand how difficult the situation is. I also know that my choices are limited.
With a break now behind me I look for an opportunity to sit and understand firsthand how bad things are. I realize the situation looks terrible, for the instigator as well as for me. I wish I could find someone, anyone to help. My plea would be directive; “Take your place on the bench, reach for your gavel, throw out the false charges against me. I’m ready, confident in your verdict: ‘Innocent.’” (Psalm 7.8)
As we talk about what has happened, I realize that I have been given a lifeline. My choice of yesterday does not need to be my choice of tomorrow. I can reach for more, letting what is less remain where it is. I can help and move on at the same time.
As the scene repeats, I realize that it was the stand of others that gave me a lifeline. Their gift has opened up a window. The situation is now with me, waiting for my decision. The moment is here. It is time to stand.
