I want you to know that as I am writing this, I am burning. I have read this spellbinding, hard-to-read essay from Thomas Lake of Sports Illustrated about how a famous football player named Rae Carruth killed his baby’s mother, Cherica Adams. I have watched the video above which shows you the people involved (HT: JT). There is nothing left to do now but smolder.
You see that boy’s beatific smile; you hear his mother’s dying words; you watch the father swallow hard as he says he didn’t arrange for the murder of Adams which left Chancellor, his son, his progeny, permanently disabled. After seeing and reading things like these, there is little one can do but groan. Not in the fleeting way. The way the ancient Hebrews did: by lying in ashes, as if one could physically inhale the horror of sin and so come face to face with it. The story by Lake is one of the hardest pieces to read that I’ve come across. That’s because 1) it is so awful and 2) Lake is a poet who happens to write for SI.
Forgiveness, we remember, is at its peak linked indissolubly in the Scripture to death. The highest acts of forgiveness come when the price of death is paid. Somehow, despite walking with Christ our Savior for years, that can seem academic. Then you read and watch material like this, and you are reminded that it is not. Death is real. Forgiveness is too.
It is stronger than death. And it has overcome death.