
You need to know about Julie. I just met her Saturday. But I already want to be like her.
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First Meet Anna
I’ve never met Julie. I am outside meeting a different lady (I’ll call her Anna here). Anna is one of our guests at Outdoor Church. She looks disturbed.
I ask Anna if she’d gotten her meal. A free lunch is always served to our homeless friends when Outdoor Church finishes each first Saturday of the month at Manna House.
This month’s service and meal are being hosted by Julie’s church. They are grilling barbecue chicken to bless all who show up.
Anna tells me they were rude to her on the meal line. That they said she was a rule-breaker. And that she knows she is not a rule-breaker.
I believe Anna believes that.
But I believe differently.
I have seen how loving the people from Julie’s church have been. How gentle. How generous.
I tell Anna everything will be fine. We can go back in line. She is welcome to get a meal.
She is finally convinced. But only if I will come with her.
Now Meet Julie
In line, Julie and her friends offer Anna a plate, as I knew they would.
But Anna begins pointing at Julie. “It’s her! She thinks I’m a rule-breaker.”
I see the shocked look on Julie’s face. She is clueless.
Julie has no idea what is going on. She does not know why this woman is pointing a finger at her.
I try to smooth things over with Anna, convince her that it’s all a misunderstanding, that Julie isn’t mad at her.
But Anna won’t have it. She keeps pointing at Julie.
I don’t know what to do. I often don’t in these situations. I need more skills.
But I’m getting nowhere with Anna. So I go behind the line to meet Julie.
She doesn’t know me; I don’t know her.
I tell Julie, “I know you did nothing wrong. But will you tell this lady you don’t think she’s a rule-breaker? She has mental problems.”
Julie probably thinks I am the one with mental problems (and I admit, I have my days).
But she listens to me. Then she turns to Anna.
The Best Part
And this is what Julie says. (This is the best part of the story.)
Julie tells Anna, “I am so sorry. I was wrong. I would love to give you some food.”
Anna leans in. She mumbles something again about not being a rule-breaker.
And Julie repeats, looking Anna in the eye with humility and sincerity, “I don’t think that about you. I am the one who is wrong. I’m sorry.”
And Anna melts to her kindness.
Her belligerence fades. Her resistance disappears. She says, “Ok.” She takes a plate and is on her way.
Now I am the one who can’t let it go.
I go back to give Julie a hug. To thank her for what she just did. For her gracious apology to a stranger who had falsely accused her.
She shrugs it off. She laughs. She says she’s used to saying she’s sorry.
I can laugh, too. The drama is over. I tell Julie I want to be more like her. I mean it.
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Just Say This
Life would be sweeter if we would say “I’m sorry” more often.
Even if we are not in the wrong, we can still be sorry. We can still apologize. We can still be humble.
When Julie said, “I’m sorry” to Anna, I saw Jesus in her.
I want to see more of Jesus in me.
Maybe I need to say “I’m sorry” more often, too.
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When’s the last time you said, “I’m sorry”? Is it hard or easy for you? When has someone else’s apology changed a situation for you? Please share in the comments.


