First, what he did is horribly cruel and depicts a heart that is hardened beyond what I am able to fathom. Some have rationalized it by comparing it to hunting and fishing or even to compare it to slaying animals for food. But to me either is comparing apples and oranges . . . or should I say hot dogs and filet mignon. (Sorry, had to do it). Some have tried to minimalize it by pointing to worse things going on in the world like abject poverty, AIDS, and abortion. They say well, at least he wasn’t involved in any of that . . . he didn’t kill a person.
But a heart that would be so cruel as to find enjoyment and entertainment in bloodsport is a dangerous heart. Michael Vick is a millionaire many times over. He did not get involved in dog fighting to make money; to him it was entertainment. But what happens when the thrill is gone from dog fighting? What would he have done for kicks when he got bored with this “enterprise”? I shudder to think to what depths he would have to plunge to find his thrills.
Now, faced with the prospect of prison time and the monumental task of rebuilding a career and life, Michael tells us “I have found Jesus, and asked him for forgiveness and turned my life over to God." Herein is why I am conflicted. I used to be the eternal optimist, but years of being a pastor and hearing sob stories and unfulfilled promises of “turning over a new leaf” have changed me into the master skeptic. I used to be more like Pollyanna, now I am Eeyore.
I love a good redemption story. The Christian in me loves to see lives turned around by Jesus, and I am excited about the prospect of a new Michael Vick. I want to believe him, I really, really do. I hope and pray he is sincere and I intend to fully give him the benefit of the doubt until he shows me otherwise.
But Eeyore keeps rearing his pessimistic head and I realize this could be a ploy to get a reduction in prison time or public sympathy and popularity. If so, he has taken the Lord’s name in vain in the worst way and he faces a much more egregious charge before a much more holy Judge than with his current legal battle.
But this story has reminded me of a somber truth: Michael Vick is no more evil than me . . . or you for that matter. You see, we are all evil. Maybe my evil has manifested itself in a much more socially acceptable way than did his, but as God’s Word says “there is none righteous, no, not one.” Not even me. My heart is wicked.
The human heart is the most deceitful of all things, and desperately wicked. Who really knows how bad it is? Jeremiah 17:9
I need to remember that I stand daily in need of God’s grace. I am, on my own, rotten to the core, and but for the grace of God and the blood of Jesus Christ, totally worthless. So with that in mind I am doing two things. First I am clinging ever closer to the grace of God. I am thankful for it. I cannot boast of anything good in me. All the credit goes to Him.
But as for me, I will never boast about anything except the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world.
– Galatians 6:14
Secondly, I am making a conscious effort to be more gracious. I want to be careful to extend grace to others because I am aware now more than ever how important God’s grace is. I am making a choice to give MV7 – and others – the benefit of the doubt. He and I are more alike than he knows and than I care to admit. I wish our similarities were in athletic ability but unfortunately for me they are not. Our similarities are in depravity. I hope and pray he is right when he said he has trusted Jesus.
He is redeemable. He has to be. Because if he is not, I am not. And neither are you.
