You’ve Got Mail #12

Dear Jahar,

One of my favorite songs from the 80s is by a group called Missing Persons. The song is called “Words.” Here is part of the lyrics:

Do you hear me? Do you care?

Do you hear me? Do you care?

My lips are moving and the sound’s coming out

The words are audible but I have my doubts

That you realize what has been said

You look at me as if you’re in a daze

It’s like the feeling at the end of a page when you realize:

You don’t know what you just read

What are words for when no one listens anymore?

When no one listens what are words for?

When no one listens there’s no use talking at all…

I might as well go up and talk to a wall

Cause all the words are having no effect at all

It’s a funny thing – am I all alone?

Something has to happen to change the direction

What little filters through is giving you the wrong impression

“It’s a sorry state” (I say to myself)

What are words for when no one listens anymore?

When no one listens what are words for?

When no one listens there’s no use talking at all…

The Bible says this in Proverbs 26:20 “Without wood, a fire goes out, and where there is no whisperer, contention quiets down.”

One thing you will learn about me if you spend enough quality time with me is that when I recognize I am wrong, in word or in action, I say so.

I have been wrong about something.

Our country has just been through a most devisive presidential election. The outcome was surprising and alarming for many. Others, like myself, were elated when our candidate won.

That is not the end of the story however. For the first time in all the decades that I have been of voting age, the bitterness of loss is not fading to resigned acceptance for the other side like it usually does. In fact, the bitterness has taken a violent turn. The losing party is tearing this country apart while claiming they want to save it.

It grieves me to admit this but, for a time, I too became caught up in the frenzy of inflammatory rhetoric. My eyes were opened when a few friends who do not support the same candidate and the same beliefs as I do suddenly began to fill my Facebook news feed with political posts as bombastic as my own. It didn’t take long until I realized I was seeing myself. And it led me to this conclusion:

Just because you have the right, the freedom and the ability to say, post, blog or tweet something doesn’t mean you should say, post, blog or tweet it. We do not need to be constantly rubbing salt in one another’s wounds by what we say. There is a thing called sensitivity. I have decided to lead, by example, the way back to it. I hope in time, others will follow.

I made a similar decision when I was thirteen years old and still living at home with my family. We argued and fought all the time. It was quite a hurtful environment to grow up in. After Jesus became real to me, after I put my faith in Him and began a relationship with Him, I found I no longer needed to have the last word in arguments. I no longer needed to win when I knew I was right. I found, to my surprise, that I could let the other person look like they were right. I could be silent and let the other person think I agreed with them. What a freedom that was! Becoming internally-directed, becoming God-directed began way back then…

There are important events occurring here and there that I believe are meaningful to your case. With all the foaming at the mouth still occurring over the election result, no one is talking about these details much. In one way, I actually think that is a good thing: God is moving His plan forward to exonerate and finally free you, Jahar, allowing little revelations of truth and new facts to occur here and there that God Himself will tie together when the time is right.

I have so much more to tell you but I must end this tonight; it is now way past midnight and I have an early appointment tomorrow. I want to be alert and focused as I listen to a new oncologist tell me why I should subject myself to chemo and radiation. I want to make sense when I tell him why I won’t be.

I think I understand something of the pressure you must have felt when people tried to get you to plead guilty to avoid the death penalty. You alone could make that decision. It was your life hanging in the balance, no one else’s.

I think you and I are quite alike in this: When we know what we know, no one can change our mind, no fear can move us. When we are convinced, we dig our heels in, even if we must endure pain for choosing to live by our convictions.

You know that you are innocent of the crimes for which you have been accused and wrongfully convicted and no one will persuade you to say otherwise. I applaude you for that.

And I know God spoke to me telling me the same thing Jesus said when news reached him that his friend Lazarus was gravely ill: “This sickness is not unto death, but unto God’s glory, that the son of man may be glorified in it.”

I swear if I don’t force myself to stop writing right now I will be up all night, telling you all the rest of what I want to share. I promise my next letter will be soon, within the next couple days and it will not be about politics or the state of the union.

In the meantime know this: no matter how crazy and dark things are getting, God is still fully in control and He is working everything in your favor. The odds are for you, not against you. And that is where I will pick up in my next letter – with a story I have to tell you.


Published by: iwasleah10years

Winston Churchill said no crime is so great as daring to excel. I am ready to take that dare. An unexpected and somewhat unexplainable compassion for Dzhokhar Tsarnaev has drawn me out of my comfort zone.

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