Hope for the hopeless
For the past couple of months I’ve been working in a forensic unit. Just think of “Silence of the Lambs” and Hannibal Lector and you get the Hollywood version of where I’ve been. For all but the past week I’ve hated it. Now I am getting use to it but still it is so far from Hollywood I wondered where they got their ideas from.
Everyday I have to remember which doors to lock and when it is ok to unlock a door. Gradually the routine becomes ingrained and it becomes almost automatic.
Some of the clients have done some really awful things. But I have to look beyond what they have done to see the real person. Many have suffered horrendous abuse in the past which has distorted their thinking and how they relate to others. For others their illness has lead them to believe that they are not in control of their actions.
Now that I am more acclimatised to the environment I have paused to reflect on the way Jesus sees us. Sin has darkened our soul and leads us to so things that we would not have otherwise done. While I might not be guilty of any acts of violence or broken any major law, am still guilty of disobeying God. From birth I was a sinner separated from God. Despite all this I am loved, redeemed, justified.
Is anyone beyond redemption? The message of the cross is that though sin sears the soul and darkens the mind no one is beyond help.
I see all those that I care for trapped by their illness and their history. There seems no help for them. Yet despite this and despite what they have done or will do they are loved as much as you or me. As the psalmist asks “Where shall I go from your spirit o Lord?” Where indeed – is there anywhere too dark for God.

