Abandoned in Time of Need
By Vic Kohring, July 10, 2017
The Reverend Franklin Graham delivered a sermon in Anchorage early this month on the crucifixion of Jesus. Graham spoke how Jesus was deserted by his followers despite all he did for humanity, performing miracles,
healing the sick, restoring sight to the blind, feeding thousands and even raising the dead. And most significant, he sacrificed his life on the cross of Calvary as savior to the world.
everyone in Jesus time of need when Roman soldiers arrested, held him in custody as they abused him and then put him to death? Except for his family, most were nowhere to be found. And where was the gratitude of those he helped in their time of need, many
of whom were in dire straights, from the lepers, to the infirmed and to so many other desperate souls? Sadly, it was largely absent. Even Peter, a disciple of Jesus and supposedly a loyal friend, denied knowing Jesus because he was afraid he may also be led
away in chains. So he decided to take the easy way out by denying any association with his Lord. Peter's cowardice was shameful.
As I listened to the Reverend Graham, I began to reflect back on my own
personal experience as a state legislator. Graham’s words struck a chord as I was able to relate to Jesus' experience. I thought back how I went through a rough patch when I too was abandoned by many whom I assumed would stick with me in time of trouble
including those who claimed to be friends. My story, of course, pales in comparison to Jesus, but at least it gave me a greater understanding of what he endured at the hands of the Roman government after experiencing my own personal horror as a target of the
While in office, my primary focus was helping people, my constituents. I decided from Day 1 that I would not be a typical politician, playing the game of trading votes to pass bills to
justify being reelected, rewarding a lobbyist or group by supporting their interests in exchange for their campaign contributions (a legal form of bribery that is commonplace) or grabbing as much money as I could from the public trough for never-ending projects
and funding schemes that add to the bureaucracy.
Instead, my emphasis would be assisting individuals. I'm proud that my staff and I helped literally thousands during my seven terms in office (I once
figured about 3000 people through the years) on a wide range of issues such as qualifying for a PFD, resolving a child support or custody matter, helping with an adoption, a medical funding challenge or taking care of road safety concerns. The problems were
endless, but I chose to make it my duty to help others as I considered it my calling as a public servant - “earning my wings” if you will.
When the government lowered its boom eleven years
ago and threatened me with decades in prison over ludicrous charges based on twisted facts, deliberately concealed evidence crucial to my case and intimidating witnesses - all surrounding a lousy hundred bucks - I like Jesus, was taken away in chains and brutalized.
But where were the thousands I helped and where was their outcry? Why did they desert me and not come to my defense and protest against the government for dragging me through the mud and making my life miserable? The answer can be found with the disciple Peter.
As with Peter, people were simply too afraid to get involved and found it too troubling to take a stand as they worried they may get burned. But that’s OK as I understand human nature and long ago forgave
them for failing me. It's now between God and their conscience. Regardless, I would without hesitation help every single person again if I had to start over as it was the right thing to do. So I have no regrets. If Jesus can forgive, likewise, so can I.