BY KENT A. HANSEN

LOCAL BUSINESSMAN SENT HER TO my office. He asked me to see her. �She�s in trouble,� he said, �and she can use a lawyer.� That was all. She came to see me on a stormy Tuesday afternoon�a waif in a wet, oversized raincoat. Her head hung down. Her responses to my initial questions were monosyllabic. She was twentysomething and scared, obviously depressed. The scenario developed slowly and painfully.

What Happened?
�So, why do you need to see an attorney?� I asked.
�I stole money at work.�
�Where do you work?�
�A bank. I�m an assistant manager.�
�How much did you take?�
�The audit found $10,000 missing,� she said. �Bank security talked to me. I�ve been suspended.�
�Did they tell you what they are going to do next?�
�They told me they would contact me.� She kept her head down as she answered. There was no eye contact.
�I�m sure they will,� I remarked. �Is that all the money you took?�
Silence.

�Anything you tell me here is privileged,� I assured her. �I can help you only if you�re honest with me. Are the auditors going to find more money missing?�

�Yes.�
�How much more?�
�$40,000.�
�The bank isn�t going to overlook $40,000,� I stated. �Why did you take it?�
�I was angry.�
�Angry at whom?�
�Pretty much everyone. Nobody cared at work. Nobody listened at home. So I just took it.�
�Do you still have the money?�

She shook her head.

�What did you do with it?�
�I spent it on stuff�a car, clothes, paying off credit cards.�
�What does your husband have to do with this?�
�He doesn�t know, and he couldn�t care less.� Tears began to run out of her large brown eyes. With her head tilted down, they rolled off her nose and onto the raincoat.

What Can I Do?
I pushed a box of Kleenex across the desk. �What�s really going on with you?� I asked. Her story began to dribble out in gasped pauses between sobs.

She had been released from a mental hospital that morning. She had been admitted after attempting suicide. There was posttraumatic stress from a sexual assault. Her parents and husband blamed her for the rape. She had suffered a miscarriage. Her marriage was breaking up. She was mad, broken, and ashamed. Taking the money was an act of raging revenge and self-destruction.

After a while her voice just trailed off, and she stared at the carpet.

�OK,� I said. �You do need an attorney, but it needs to be a criminal defense specialist. The bank�s money is federally insured. The FBI is going to be involved. I am a business lawyer, and I don�t handle criminal cases. I�ll need to refer you to another attorney. OK?�

She shrugged.

�Your best chance is to cut a deal with the prosecutor based on first offense and restitution. The criminal attorneys know the prosecutors and can talk to them. I�ll call one right now.�

I looked up a number and reached for the phone. A Bible verse came into my mind: �I have no silver or gold, but what I have I give you� (Acts 3:6).*

I tried to shove the Word out of my mind, but the Holy Spirit was insistent. I saw with clarity what the verse meant. The �silver and gold� was legal representation. What I had to offer was God. I prayed silently in my heart: �Father, I can�t represent this woman, but I know You. Will You help her?�

Replacing the phone receiver, I asked, �Do you have any kind of spiritual background?�

�I went to church when I was little.�

�Look, I can�t represent you, but I want to tell you about Someone who can help you. You�ve done something here that I haven�t done, but I�ve done things that have hurt people and made me feel really bad. I�ve found that God loves me and forgives me; and no matter what the consequences of what I�ve done, He�ll meet them with me. Is it all right if we talk about this for a while?�

She looked up at me for the first time and nodded.

�You will likely go to jail,� I began. �The FBI may come and arrest you at your home and take you away in handcuffs in front of your neighbors. But God promises that He�ll be there with you every step of the way. He�ll go to jail with you. He�ll go to court with you. Nothing can separate you from His love. Nothing!�

A Case Study
I reached in the bookcase behind my desk and pulled out a Bible. �There was a man named David,� I told her. �The Bible talks a lot about him and contains many of his prayers and songs. His boss, the king, turned on him, and he was a fugitive on the run, hiding in a cave. He prayed this prayer:

�With my voice I cry to the Lord; with my voice I make supplication to the Lord. I pour out my complaint before him; I tell my trouble before him. When my spirit is faint, you know my way.

�In the path where I walk they have hidden a trap for me. Look on my right hand and see�there is no one who takes notice of me; no refuge remains to me; no one cares for me.

�I cry to you, O Lord; I say, �You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.� Give heed to my cry, for I am brought very low.

�Save me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me. Bring me out of prison, so that I may give thanks to your name. The righteous will surround me, for you will deal bountifully with me� (Ps. 142).

�Is this how you feel?� I continued. �That you�re trapped, and no one cares whether you live or die? God cares. He will hold your hand through this, through the shame and the punishment. On the other side is a whole family of His children who will love and support you. That�s what David meant when he said, �After I get out of this prison, the righteous will surround me, for You [that�s God] will deal bountifully with me [that�s you].�

�Do you know how He does this?� I asked.

�No.�

�God�s Son, Jesus Christ, came to earth and became a human. He lived and died as one of us, and went through everything we go through. The authorities condemned Jesus to die, and He died for the sins of every human being, including you and me; so that through Him we are forgiven and can live with Him forever in heaven.

�Jesus described it this way: �For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but may have eternal life� [John 3:16].

�Once we know, really know, in here [I pointed to my heart], that we are loved and we will live forever in that love, we can face anything, even death. Jesus� follower Paul said that God would not hold back anything to save us, even His Son. Jesus willingly took all the condemnation dumped on us and absorbed it. No matter what we have done, no matter what is done to us, Jesus will not stop loving us or leave us.

�Here�s what Paul wrote: �Who will separate us from the love of Christ? Will hardship, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? . . . No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us.� Now listen closely: �For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor rulers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord� [Rom. 8:35-39].�

I closed the Bible and asked her, �Do you understand what I�m telling you? Do you believe this?�

The tears flowed down her cheeks as she nodded.

We sat in silence. Outside my window, traffic sloshed through the intersection of Sixth and Main and the wind whipped the leaves of the lemon gum trees. Inside, our hearts could sense the breath of heaven exhaling in release.

I picked up the phone again to arrange for defense counsel. She reached across my desk and picked up my Bible. She leafed through it as I talked to the other attorney.

When I finished the call, I asked her, �Would you like to have that Bible?�

She was surprised. �You�d give me your Bible?�

�If you want it.�

�I do,� she said. �Thank you.�

�Here,� I offered, �let me write out where you can find the verses that I read to you. Please go home and read them again for yourself.�

We went over the information for the appointment with her counsel. We stood. I gave her a hug. �Everything I told you today is true,� I said.

�I know that,� she said.

The Penalty Paid
Months later she sent me a card with this message: �Thank you for what you have done for me. . . . I have been doing better these past days. I met with the FBI. My lawyer was there. He is a great lawyer. But, like you said, lawyers, judges, and people can�t really help. It�s all about praying to a God who can help and believing in Him. During our times of trial is when He carries us. God bless you.�

She went on through a fine and imprisonment to a new life with a restored marriage and a baby. If I live to be 100, and through eternity, I will never tire of the thrill of glimpsing God at work, pouring oil on wounds, breathing life into tired bodies, cleansing hearts broken and soiled beyond recognition.

�Come to Me,� God whispers. �Come to Me, tired, oppressed soul, thrashing about without peace or hope, and I�ll take over and give you rest� (see Matt. 11:28-30). This is a standing invitation. Accepting it is everything.

*Scripture quotations in this article are from the New Revised Standard Version.
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Kent A. Hansen is an attorney who lives in Corona, California.