The defense attorney on the case of our loved one, in the name of creating “doubt,” began to insinuate preposterous ideas.
Like, perhaps the person charged in the case didn’t do his crime alone… perhaps one of us had helped!
How this aided his plan of proving the innocence of the accused is beyond me. But he was promptly asked to leave our home. (Yes, he made this suggestion in my home)
And he failed.
His client was proven guilty, we were proven innocent (even though the prosecutor never even questioned our involvement, or charged us of anything).
In fact, in the end, the position of the defense attorney to stretch his imagination and create fictitious situations because his job was to “win” (as opposed to discover and uphold truth) brought me to a sad reality about the state of attorneys.
Or at least that one.
Then I looked at my dad… who also happens to be a defense attorney.
And breathed relief to know that his work is based on justice, not “winning,” on upholding and fulfilling law, not finding ways around it, and doing what’s right for the sake of right… and not the paycheck.
And there’s one more difference.
My dad pleads the cause of his clients… then offers to take their penalty.
He doesn’t make it sounds less than it is. He doesn’t exaggerate what isn’t. He doesn’t ask for an exception for his clients.
He looks truth in the eye… and when it deserves prison time… he takes it on himself.
If the client will let him.
You should be in the courtroom when that happens!
Imagine this. A murderer stands on trial. My dad is his lawyer. The man is guilty and it’s proven. The charge is given… along with his punishment. Death.
My dad looks the judge in the eye. Looks at his client, defeated.
“Your Honor… I’d like take the punishment on his behalf.”
The courtroom is silent.
Then it uproars.
The guilty man just stands there stunned. Could he let this honest attorney take his place? Could he live knowing that this innocent man had died for what he had done? If he returned to his “previous” lifestyle… would any other lawyer ever make this same offer? He imagined only a place like Hell awaited the likes of himself… the gates were within view.
The judge returns the strong gaze of my dad.
“Are you sure about that?” he asks.
My dad nods. Smiles at the guilty man. Love for another human.
“Then son… you may give your life for his,” the judge answers… tears in his eyes.
The room explodes in confusion. This isn’t justice! This is… kindness gone too far! Generosity that certainly isn’t for the pride of the giver. And did the judge say son? What kind of soap-opera insanity is going on here?
But it’s not a soap-opera… though for some, it is insanity.
The bailiff steps forward. Handcuffs the hands of innocence. Opens the door of freedom for the guilty. Ushers my dad to his fate… his chosen fate. His fate of love for others. Self-less. Unheard of.
That’s my dad.
He’s taught me more than I could ever truly live… without his constant whispers. His hand in mine. His voice. His tender ways of walking me through life. Never alone.
Not even when he gives his life over for a criminal.
But you’ll have to find out how that works on Wednesday… my last day of this series of posts. 🙂
I know, right?
Do you need a defense attorney? If you were to stand before a judge… ruling over your thoughts, beliefs, actions… your treatment of others, your taxes, your driving record, every minute of raising your children, marriage, your work life, your honesty, integrity… every exam you ever took… where do you need a defense attorney?
I know a good one.
My dear children, I write this to you so that you will not sin. But if anybody does sin, we have an advocate with the Father—Jesus Christ, the Righteous One. He is the atoning sacrifice for our sins, and not only for ours but also for the sins of the whole world.
1 John 2:1-2