A woman I know tells a story about the time she burnt out the engine of her father's car, which he had loaned her when she was in college. It was the end of semester break, and she was going to head back to school on the bus, a seven-hour ride with a lot of stops on the way. Ellen had been given a lot of christmas gifts that were bulky, including a down-filled comforter and a new desktop computer. Her dad told her that rather than deal with many big items on the bus, she could drive his car back to school and return it the next time she came home for a visit. What a gift.
The trip back to college was a breeze. Ellen parked the car in a safe spot and planned to drive home and return it within a few weeks. In the meantime, every now and then she'd drive to the grocery store or the mall. Pretty soon, she was taking her friends on a short trips here and there just for fun.
One of those trips, Ellen noticed a red light blinking on the dashboard. She didn't think it was anything serious; after all, her father took great care of the car and it was in good condition. She just kept driving.
Soon she noticed some smoke coming out of the hood and decided she better get the car to campus. Next came a few loud sputters, and then the engine died. When the tow-truck driver arrived, it didn't take him long to figure out the problem: That read light on the dash was an oil indicator. Ellen had neglected to check out the light, and now the engine was beyond repair.
A few days later, when her father arrived (in his remaining car) and she met him at the gas station where the car had been towed, Ellen was terrified. She had abused a privilege and ignored a simple warning. There was no excuse for her neglect, and now she'd destroyed hert father's car. She knew he was furious, and there was no defense for her behavior. Ellen told her father how sorry she was for her carelessness, but he just told her to sit in the car while he assessed the damage.
After learning that the car was now worthless, Ellen's father arranged for the gas station to dispose of it. He actually had to pay them to take it off his hands! Now it was time for Ellen to face his wrath.
As they drove off from the trash car, his father asked Ellen, "Where's the best restaurant in town?" That was the last thing she'd expected to hear, but she directed him to it. As they sat at the table and looked at the menu, Ellen couldn't think about food. Fortunately, her father ordered for both of the: broiled trout almondine. They sat in silence while they waited for their food, every minute feeling like hours.
When the trout arrived, Ellen's father said to her, "Tonight I want to teach you a lesson that you'll never forget." She knew she deserved whatever she got. Would he make her pay him for the car? That would take forever. Would he yell at her? Maybe he would just tell her how disappointed he was in her. In some ways, that would be the worst punishment.
Then he took his knife and fork in hand and said, "I am going to teach you how to remove the skeleton from cooked trout." Not a word was said about the car that night- or ever again.
Ellen's father had been angry about her behaviour-who wouldn't? But he also knew that Ellen had learned her lessons without retribution from him. Ellen is nearly sixty now, and her father died many years ago. But she tells this story as if it happened last week, and she is still in awe of her father's forgiveness. His grace made a greater impact on her than his punishement ever would have.
God's word says that He behaves the same way towards us that Ellen's fther did towards her.
"The Lord your God is in the midst of you, a Might One, a Saviour (who saves)! He will rejoice over you with joy; He will rest (in silent satisfaction) and in His love He will be silent and make no mention (of past sins, or even recall them); He will exult you with singing.
Zephaniah 3:17.
From Joyce Meyer's book: GOD IS NOT MAD AT YOU.