I鈥檝e told my friend Ruth鈥檚* story in this column before, but some stories need hearing and telling again.
It was a horrid situation. Ruth had brought it on herself, but admitting that didn鈥檛 lessen the consequences. An affair with her best friend鈥檚 husband had destroyed a long-time friendship, devastated two marriages, split one church, robbed her young children of her laughter, and trashed her self-image.
Her guilt nearly killed her. Waking up to all she鈥檇 sacrificed for one year of selfish pleasure brought Ruth to the point of complete mental collapse. Her husband stayed with her after the affair ended, but theirs had become a marriage in name only. Nevertheless, for the children鈥檚 sake, they agreed to work on restoring their relationship. Complicated by her precarious mental state, and a constant death wish, however, their hopes of keeping their home intact seemed almost nil.
Then someone gave her a lamb. A small, white, cuddly homemade lamb, with a message hung round its neck. Ruth read the tiny print: 鈥淭hough your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be like wool.鈥� (Isaiah 1:18)
Ruth knew many Bible verses by heart. She grew up in the church. Until very recently, she served as music director in one. That stopped after the uncovering of her affair with the head deacon. Yes, she knew all the right verses, even that one. But until now she鈥檇 never seen herself as a sinner in need of forgiveness.
She had already confessed, first to God, then to her church. But accusing eyes followed her. So did the unkindly snubs of fellow worshippers who had been her friends before the affair became public. If they couldn鈥檛 forgive, there鈥檚 no hope, she thought.
Ruth didn鈥檛 attend church much after that. But something kept drawing her back to the little lamb. She couldn鈥檛 stop reading the message around its neck, she told me. Slowly, the true meaning of Easter made its gentle way into her heart and mind. 鈥淛esus, the perfect sacrificial lamb, died on that cross not only for the world. He died for me.聽 He forgives, even this, even when others don鈥檛.鈥�
One thing sets Christianity apart from every other world religion 鈥� the thing Ruth needed to become whole again. God鈥檚 forgiveness.
Over a decade and hundreds of hours of counseling later, Ruth found her way home. Back to the arms of a God who receives repentant prodigals with loving, open arms. Back to her husband鈥檚 forgiveness, and yes, even back to church. A different church. One with plenty of forgiven sinners in it. Broken and healed people who understand that God has rebellious kids too, and that sometimes they鈥檙e sitting in the front pews.
Three decades later, her marriage has stayed strong, and so has she.
The true Easter story doesn鈥檛 include chocolate bunnies. The Lamb of God remains its centerpiece. And He makes all the difference.
*not her real name
