The young man sat alone on the bus and most of the time stared out the window. He was in his mid-twenties, nice looking with a kind face. His dark blue shirt matched the color of his eyes. His hair was short and neat. Occasionally he would look away from the window and the anxiety on his young face touched the grand-motherly woman sitting across the isle.
The bus was just approaching the outskirts of a small town when she was so drawn to the young man that she scooted across the isle and asked permission to sit next to him. After a few moments of small talk about the warm spring weather, he blurted out, “I’ve been in prison for two years. I just got out this morning and I’m going home.”
His words tumbled out as he told her he was raised in a poor, but proud family and how his crime had brought his family shame and heartbreak. In the whole two years he had not heard from them. He knew they were too poor to travel the distance to where he had been in prison and his parents probably felt too uneducated to write. He had stopped writing them when no answers came.
Three weeks before being released, he desperately wrote one more letter to the family. He told them how sorry he was for disappointing them and asked for their forgiveness. He went on to explain about being released from prison and that he would take the bus to his hometown—the one that goes right by the front yard of the house where he grew up and where his parents still lived.
In his letter, he said he would understand if they would not forgive him. He wanted to make it easy for them and so asked them to give him a signal that he could see from the bus. If they had forgiven him and wanted him to come back home, they could tie a white ribbon on the old tree that stood in the front yard. If the signal wasn’t there, he would stay on the bus, leave town and be out of their lives forever.
As the bus neared his street, the young man became more and more anxious to the point he was afraid to look out the window because he was so sure there would be no ribbon. After listening to his story, the woman asked simply, “Would it help if we traded seats and I’ll sit near to the window and look for you?”
The bus traveled a few more blocks and then she saw the tree. She gently touched the young man’s shoulder and choking back tears said, “Look! Oh, look! The whole tree is covered with white ribbons. An unknown author said,
“We are most like beasts when we kill. We are most like men when we judge. We are most like God when we forgive.”
On a far grander scale, God, in Christ Jesus, has displayed His love and forgiveness. If there is any doubt about God’s grace and mercy, a person can look at Calvary and see the red ribbon of blood which tied Jesus to the Cross. While we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.
“And can it be that I should gain
An int’rest in the Savior’s blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain?
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! how can it be
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
Amazing love! how can it be
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?”