“Let me tell you a story,” my friend said. He was a seasoned attorney and had lots of them.
His story came at a time in my life that was not especially happy. In addition to all the normal balls in the air I had been disillusioned by the deplorable behavior of some people who dared to call themselves Christian What to do when the virus of dark impulse is at work?
“In one of my most gut-wrenching cases I represented a person who had clearly been harmed by the neglect of a professional he trusted. But the offending man had a fleet of insurance company attorneys on his team, an army of legal resource and financial capacity. At every turn I was outmaneuvered and outgunned. Because I was part of a well-respected but fairly small firm we had limits. We were approaching them fast. I began to despair for my client, a person whose case I believed in deeply.
Just when things looked darkest an old mentor of mine dropped by my office. He knew what was going on, at least from a distance. We sat and talked. He mostly listened while I poured out my heart to him. And then, just before he stood to take his leave, he reached into his pocket, pulled out an object and placed it in my hand. ‘This is for you,’ he said. ‘This is all you need.’ I looked down and there was an inscription on the brass fitting that simply read, The truth shall set you free. He smiled, gave me a hug and walked out the door.
When it came down to it the message of that key chain was the only thing I carried into court with me. Don’t ask me how, but the truth prevailed. Justice was served. I have been through many a case when it has not. But that day, for that man, it was. The truth had set us free.”
Before my friend left he dug down into his pocket and fished out a set of keys. He thumbed through them until he came to the brass tab with the inscription on it. As he held it up to the light I read it out loud: The truth shall set you free. And it does. Not always as quickly as we would like. Not always the way we would like. But in the end the truth prevails.