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Innocent until proven guilty

We’ve seen many high-profile court cases and trials in South Africa the last few years – most recently the Oscar Pistorius trial that drew interest from all over the world.

The justice system in our country is pretty complex and sometimes I get confused between what’s considered “morally” correct and “legally” correct. You’d think I’d know more – my dad has been part of this justice system for almost three decades as a correctional official, or “warden” in layman’s terms. All this got me thinking…

Imagine you’ve been in a holding cell all night with no food, no water, and strange people all around you.

There’s a lot of tension and anger and frustration in this iron cage.

At the crack of dawn you’re transported to court. You’re clothed in bright orange, wearing not-so-flashy chains that bind your hands and feet.

You enter a quiet room. It smells like fresh paper and is decorated with wooden finishes. As you stand in the dock, someone hands a piece of paper to the judge. The judge stares at you directly.

“You have been charged with being a Christian,” his voice booms.

“How do you plead?”

So here’s the big question: If you were accused of being a Christian… would there be enough evidence to convict you?

After being asked this question recently, I was really challenged. My faith is not about being seen – but it’s about living it out every day and in everything I do. If you call yourself a person of faith, can others see it in you?

The Mechanic

I’ve always been around cars.

My dad used to own minibus taxis and my mom has a driving school, so we always had vehicles around. Naturally, this meant that we had at least some knowledge of how to fix cars – or so we thought. My dad automatically became the mechanic; after all, he has always been a DIY kind of guy and loves to break out his tool kit and get his hands dirty!

Now my dad didn’t always have the right tools all the time, so we had to improvise, and I was the “go-fetch-the-tool” kid. Sometimes I’d come back with the wrong tools and my dad’s short temper would come out and he would shout at me. I would trudge back to the tool box and find something else.

I laugh when I think about this now, because just the other day I had to repair my own car (I had the right tools) but I did it with ease because of my past experience. I love that my dad somehow got the job done – even with the wrong tools! 

This Sunday at church the speaker talked about something very similar: he spoke about how God helps fix people – and not man. He explained that it’s God job to “fix” us – it’s not something we can do on our own. 

It was then that I though of the idea of God the mechanic who doesn’t need any tools – except faith and grace – to fix us. I love the idea that he has the world’s best “tool box” – and if we turn to him, we’re bound to find the right tool to help fix our life.

If you have something in your life that needs fixing… I know a guy.

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