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THE JOY OF SECOND CHANCES

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THE JOY OF SECOND CHANCES
By Shari Smyth, Guideposts copyright 2001
Oct 17, 2006

Whitney and I had been separated for eight months. Now we were on a
first date, tentatively, fearfully moving toward reconciliation. We
were at the Billy Graham Crusade in Nashville's Adelphia Stadium,
waiting for the program to start. Side by side, we sat in silence
on a hard bench, feeling the pain of our fractured marriage. Daylight
thinned to dusk.The lights popped on over the football field,
shining on the distant platform under the gigantic scoreboard. Empty
folding chairs waited for the legendary evangelist and his team.

A memory bright as the lights flooded my mind. I was sixteen, my
whole life stretching out ahead of me, sitting in a stadium in
Philadelphia listening to Billy Graham. His message has stirred my
devout teenage heart: I would serve God always and never stray, I
vowed. And, at the end, when hundreds streamed forward to the
strains of "Just As I Am," I was filled with happiness for them and
for me.

Now as a silver-haired, slightly stooped Billy Graham rose to
speak, my marriage lay broken.Though I'd served God, I'd also strayed
at times. Instead of the years stretching lightly ahead of me, I felt
weighted by the passage of time.

The sermon ended. The crowd of thousands shifted in their seats to
pray. The choir began singing "Just As I Am," and tears ran down
my cheeks. How I wished I could go back and do it over! Whitney
reached for my hand, his grip strong and reassuring.

As I watched the hundreds streaming forward, something stronger
than happiness lifted my burden: It was the joy of second chances,
the joy of a sinner saved by grace -- again and again and again.

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"Just As I Am"

Just as ! am, though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings and fears within, without,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

(lyrics from a song by Kristina Bubar)


PRAYER
"Write upon my heart, O Lord, the lessons of your holy word, and grant that I may be a doer of your word, and not a forgetful hearer."



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