I seem to be stuck this week on the idea of being falsely accused, wrongly judged and even simply misunderstood. I am reading Called to Controversy, the biography of Moishe Rosen, founder of Jews for Jesus. It was written by his daughter, Ruth. The end of Chapter 14 contains a story of Moishe during his Bible College years while he was out street preaching as a part of his education. This incident happened when he was two months away from graduation. By this time he was a seasoned street evangelist and occasionally he would draw a large enough crowd that a police officer in the neighborhood would come for crowd control to make sure there was a path on the sidewalk for passersby to walk.
This particular day, as Moishe was preaching a man began to shout at him and punch him in the stomach. Moishe learned later that the man was from the Anti-Shmad League, a group opposed to the mission and its representatives. Moishe was relieved when he heard police sirens heading his way, but his relief quickly turned to dismay when several in the crowd agreed with the perpetrator that Moishe had started the fight by punching the man and breaking his glasses. The man presented a pair of broken glasses to the police as evidence. The police arrested Moishe. Thirteen “witnesses” testified that Moishe was the aggressor. After all the witnesses made their statements and signed the report, another man came forward.
He was the retired captain of a nearby precinct. Within moments, the situation was entirely reversed. The man announced that he saw the whole thing and stated that he was Jewish and didn’t believe a word of what Moishe was saying, but he was ashamed of his own people for what they had done: “This guy didn’t do anything, ” he said, indicating Moishe with a jerk of his head. “He was just standing there, and they grabbed him and started hitting him.” He then pointed out who had done the grabbing and who had done the hitting. “And,” he added, “nobody was wearing glasses.”
As some of Moishe’s accusers began moving toward the door, the desk sergeant stopped them and said, “You have all committed a felony by turning in a false police report. You can’t leave, but even if you do it won’t matter. I’ve got your names and addresses right here.” Turning to Moishe, he said, “It’s up to Mr. Rosen if he wants to file a complaint.”
Moishe was overwhelmed and shaken, but what he did next is what I hope I would do in the same situation: he prayed. He sat down on the bench in the police station and silently prayed. On Monday as a part of Multitudes on Monday, I will share what God told Moishe Rosen to do about those who accused him of wrongdoing. You can wait till then or get a copy of this wonderful book and read it for yourself. I’ll be posting photographs Saturday and Sunday with Katie Lloyd’s Scripture and a Snapshot and Ashley Sisk’s Scavenger Hunt Sunday. Please come back. I love it when you visit.
Blessed to be traveling with the saints of God,