Believing the Counselee

Believe the counselee? One should, as far as possible. But here's an uncertain case. One of our congregation attended a Church in the city centre -- and took a lift home with two men in a white Mercedes. He said, “Next thing, we were surrounded everywhere by blue lights! The police had their guns drawn! They were screaming, ‘Get out of the car! Hands up! Hands up!’” He was sentenced to nine months in jail. He said, “For nothing! Nine months of my life wasted!” I said, “A magistrate needs evidence to make a decision. He must have had something on you.” Our congregant insisted that there wasn’t anything, then he wept. I said, “It’s over. You’re free.” He said, “May I come to Church?” I said, “Of course. We’d love to see you.”