Most people dread jury duty.
Most of us dread going to court. To
defend a traffic ticket or even to prosecute, it’s a hassle. It’s tense.
But last Sunday I heard an inspiring story about a juror. This would be someone who didn’t wriggle out
of her civic duty. It was a custody case
involving a mom, her ex-husband, and their 2 children. The mom told the story, and she’s a friend
for whom I have been blessed to pray.
I had seen her in agony through the ups and downs of this trial, and now almost
a year after its conclusion, my friend receives a stunning phone
call. It’s a weekday, the phone rings at
work, any number of co-workers could have answered, but curiously she’s the one
who reaches for this call. The caller had
seen the name of my friend’s company on a vehicle just driving around town. She didn’t remember my friend’s name, but she
remembered the company name from being mentioned in court, and she
chanced the call. She explained her role
as a juror and how the Lord compelled her to pray throughout the trial and even into
the months that followed. She wanted my
friend to know she was prayed for. Often people change
jobs in a year’s time, or companies are so big or privacy issues so tight that
there’s no way of figuring out who somebody is.
Yet the Lord connected these 2 people. He gave
uninterrupted time amidst a busy office to convey some huge
encouragement, and today we sat in awe to hear about it. It was evidence of the Lord's love having no limit. That's for you, for me, and for each of His children. May you be encouraged.
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