Supreme Court
I was just south of Beijing when I got the call: 48 hours to return to Canada.
I hurriedly found a flight to Vancouver and then to Ottawa where I walked up the steps to the Supreme Court of Canada.
Its flat grey walls did less than welcome me. Half church, half castle, the building loomed before me and I knew it housed the key to my life’s future. You see, I was being sued.
Not just me, but the university and all it stood for: we were in the cross hairs. The media was loving the action and it seemed like most of Canada was against us. We had been wrongfully accused of bigotry and narrow-mindedness when, in fact, that was not the case. Both of the lower courts of British Columbia had ruled in our favour and both times the opposition had appealed to a higher court.
But this was it. There was no one to appeal to now.
One million seven hundred thousand dollars, fifteen lawyers, and nine judges. I’m walking through the doors to the reception. Just weeks earlier, we had deliberated as to the fate of the university’s future.
I show my ID. They hand me a large manila envelope. I hold it in my hands. The sweat in my palms sinks into the yellow paper casing. I break the red wax imprinted seal and pull the documents out.
I read…
“Judgment declared in favour of the defendant based upon the circumstances of this case. The plaintiff failed to conduct such an inquiry and erroneously concluded…”
That was all I needed to see. We had won!
Children,
Do not be fooled: when we reach heaven, we have reached the final court. There is no place to appeal when you are at the throne of the Most High God. Be certain you will not need to. It will be a wondrous feeling for those who stand before the ultimate judge and read their name in His book: “Judgment declared for the defendant based on the glorious work of the saviour Jesus Christ.”
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