I’ll never forget where I was, how the hair on my arms stood straight up and goosebumps erupted all over my skin. I’ll never forget how my pounding heart beat like a drum until I could hardly sit in my chair and found myself standing and walking to the front of the room with the rest of the teen girls, who were falling to their knees and breaking down in tears.
Just hours before, I had been laughing with my friends in our cabin, feeling fine and free. It wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a summer camp — a time to make memories and have fun with friends. Never in a million years could I imagine I’d end up splitting my heart wide open, sitting on the floor of some big gathering room, and crying loudly with prayers pouring from my heart.
The speaker stood on the stage, telling her story and speaking of all the pain and sorrow she once held inside. As she spoke, she lugged around a ball and chain that was attached to her ankle. She told us that holding on to pain and hurt is like being shackled to a heavy weight that always follows and drags, and that the only way to be free of it is to forgive — both ourselves and others.
I thought about the pain I carried from watching my older brother live a life full of sickness and suffering. I thought about the pain I carried from watching my parents split and go their separate ways. I thought about the pain I carried from losing friends after moving from school to school to school. I thought about the sadness I cradled and how it had twisted into a bitter resentment that left me wondering why everything in my life always seemed to fall apart.
I sat on that floor with the rest of the teenagers spilling their hearts out, and I joined in. I joined not because I needed to do what everyone else was doing but because I needed to understand this God for myself. I needed to know if He really could hold my heart, heal my hurt, and set me free from the shackles of sorrow.
My prayer, a whirlwind of whispered words, came out slow and honest:
Dear God, I don’t know who You are. I don’t know if You’re real. But if You are, please take my hurt and give me a heart that cares for others the way that You do. Give me eyes to see the world the way You do and a mouth to speak the way You speak.
When I got up from the floor that day, I didn’t feel any different. I didn’t feel changed or all charged up to go set the world on fire. I only hoped that God had heard me, that He would help me, and that He would have His way in my heart.
Not too long after this moment of sweet surrender, I traveled with my church to Quito, Ecuador, for a weeklong community outreach. Each night we sat under the big white tent as the same refrain played from a wonky keyboard and we all sang: Gracias, gracias Señor. Gracias mi Señor, Jesus. Hands lifting, voices rising in both English and Spanish, we sang this song about receiving the gift of everlasting mercy and everlasting life, about being set free through the blood of Jesus.
On my last day in Quito, I sat on the bleachers at the soccer field and wrapped a young girl in my sweater to shield her from the wind. As we sat there, watching the kids on the field kicking up dust for hours on end, I looked out at the horizon and found myself thinking back to that camp prayer I prayed.
It felt almost as if everything I’d ever felt had been released. I felt compassion — a desire to care about the pain of others — filling me up to overflow. And in that moment I realized that I couldn’t care for the people of a capital city halfway around the world without caring for the people closest to me. I realized I didn’t just want to receive the gift of mercy that I had been singing about. I wanted to extend mercy like God does. I wanted to live out mercy and I wanted to give mercy.
I felt like Saul (a.k.a. Paul) on the road to Damascus as he journeyed from merciless to merciful — from persecuting Christians to passionately proclaiming Christ. Found and forgiven, he was set free to unashamedly share the message of God’s loving-kindness.
This is why mercy matters, because it spreads like wildfire and burns bright with redemption. Mercy restores us to one another while also restoring us to God. And that is God’s heart — that none of us would be far from love or far from Him.
And what a gift it is that His mercy is not just for today. It stretches into tomorrow, saves, and secures us even for life after life. Mercy sets us free not just here on earth but for eternity.
The thought of such grace sends chills down my spine.
Story by Rachel Marie Kang as published in Create in Me a Heart of Mercy
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Dawn Ferguson-Little says
God give us the Mercy to love thoses we thought we could never love. God Mercy shows us lots of forgiveness. God Mercy shows us if we are saved how to be the people God wants to be and how to live as his words says. I love all thoses things about God’s Mercy. With God help we can put it into practice his Mercy into our lives and live it in our lives the way God would want us to live it. Especially if saved. So as the unsaved will see the Mercy of God in us. See us living our lives the way God would want us too and everything we do and say is about God and living for him. That they will want what we have that is to know Jesus for themselves. Where would we be without God Mercy in our lives especially if saved and we mess up. Have to ask God to forgive us help not do the wrong again. God Mercy helps when we need help and to know we can go to God in prayer give our problems to him. God help us through them. I say Amen to that. Love today reading. Keep you all in prayer incourage. Love Dawn Ferguson-Little xx
Rachel Marie Kang says
Saying amen to all that you shared here, Dawn. So thankful for God’s mercy, which changed my life and my love for others. May we continue to spread the truth of His mercy far and wide. So thankful He allows us to do so. Grace to you, as you go into your weekend!
Dawn Ferguson-Little says
Thank you for Marie for you lovely reply to what I wrote and what you wrote on God’s Mercy. I loved it. I glad to be saved along with my Husband. The rest of my Family my Dad Sisters and their Families not saved. I pray for their salvation. If I was to tell them they needed to get saved. They tell me to my thoughts to myself and not preach it at them. They say good you believe all that stuff. Especially my elderly Dad. He has questioned me on my beliefs in the past. I get no where as he always has answer for me. Saying if this so call God you believe in. Why would he let all the sadness happen in world. Or why would he let all sickness happen. Why would he not do something to stop it. When he can. He meant ti do anything. I just don’t have the answers to his questions. I say I just don’t have the answers you want. I just believe all the Bible says and live it as best I can. Why should I when I don’t see much of happing what it say in the Bible. With those things my Dad says in away you can’t blame my Dad for not getting saved. You just keep praying for him that one day he will believe before his time up on earth and not questions why theses things not happing. So I just live my life in front of him for Jesus and the rest of my family keep trusting God they and him will see God Mercy in me and want what I have that is to know Jesus for themselves. That is my prayer. That would be the best present my elderly Dad of 82 could give me before his time up on earth. I have prayed that so often. I will keep praying that for my Dad and praying for my family salvation too. Glad to be saved. I am glad Iive in the world but am not of the world. I thank God for you all incourage and the way you gays give up your time to write the reading. I love them and pray for you all. Love Dawn Ferguson-Little Enniskillen Co.Fermanagh N.Ireland xxxx
Beautiful message and story, thank you
Kathy Francescon says
So uplifting and encouraging and what a goal we should all strive for! To extend mercy like God does…such a beautiful post! So heart warming and sincere!! Thank you so much!!
Beth Williams says
Mercy is defined as compassion or forgiveness shown toward someone whom it is within one’s power to punish or harm. It is derived from the medieval Latin merced or merces, which means “price paid.” It has the connotation of forgiveness, benevolence and kindness. It is what Jesus gave us while on the cross. We all need mercy & should dole it out frequently also. Great story!