Dr. Law and Dr. Grace

Excerpts from the writings and sermons of Evangelist Lester Roloff

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Dr. Law and Dr. Grace are the most unusual doctors the world has ever known. They are unusual because they never ask the patient for his advice or about any of the signs or symptoms of his case. They have never lost a patient or charged a fee. They speak with authority and have an incredible 100% success rate with patients, yet many people refuse to go to them for help.

The greatest message of the Bible and the theme of the whole Bible is grace. Grace is the free and unmerited favor of God, and there is an unbreakable relationship between law and grace. With that in mind, I will present myself as the sinner in this story because “all have sinned and come short of the glory of God” (Romans 3:23).


I knew I was having some serious internal trouble, so I visited Dr. Law. He is always in his office and ready to see the sinner. The secretary told me that he was waiting for me. I stepped inside his office and started to relate my signs and symptoms, to which he said, “I will not need your help;” to which I said, “Do you think you can find out what is wrong with me?” And he said, “No sir, I don’t have to think—I know what is wrong with you! You have heart trouble. You’re just like all the rest of my patients.”

My old flesh rebelled, and it didn’t make sense to me that every one of his patients would have the same disease. But after all, dear friend, the law doesn’t make sense to the sinner.

The natural man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of God: for they are foolishness unto him: neither can he know them, because they are spiritually discerned. – I Corinthians 2:14

So the flesh was ready to argue the issue, and I said, “Dr. Law, you just don’t understand. I’m having trouble with my hands. I spend a lot of time dealing a deck of cards, and I’ve even used them to fight with. My hands are giving me trouble.” And Dr. Law said, “No, it’s your heart.” I said, “Doc, I’m going to have to argue with you—you may be a doctor, but still you don’t un­derstand me. I’m having trouble with my eyes. It’s nothing for me to sit two or three hours in one night and watch Hollywood and another hour reading magazines and newspapers, and my eyes are never satisfied, so I must be having eye trouble.”

The old doctor said, “No, my friend, it’s heart trouble—just plain heart trouble.” I said, “Dr. Law, be reasonable about this thing. I’m having trouble with my tongue. It says things that are sharp and ugly, and even filthy jokes have come unrehearsed and unplanned, so I believe there is something rotten about my tongue. Please examine my tongue.” Dr. Law says, “No, it is heart trouble.” By this time, my rebellion had risen, and I tried to tell Dr. Law it was my ears that would listen to ungodly gossip. It was my feet that would dance and carry me to places I ought not to go, to which he answered, “You have a bad case of heart trouble.” Once more, in desperation, I said, “Dr. Law, surely there is something wrong with my taste. I’ve cultivated a liking for intoxicating beverage and dope, and there must be some way you can help my taste.” And Dr. Law said, “That will be taken care of when your heart is fixed.” In rebellion and desperation I said, “Dr. Law, I’m going to another doctor;” to which he said, “The woods are full of them. But you’ll never get well until your heart is made right.” I said to Dr. Law, “Would you recommend any other doctor for a consultation?” He said, “There is only one doctor I would recommend, but if you won’t listen to me, you’ll never go to him, and I’ll never recommend another” (Romans 5:20-21).


So I beat it down the street and knocked on Dr. Religion’s door, and it seemed like he was a nice fellow. He said, “Come on in here, Lester Roloff, I’m glad to see you!” And I said, “Yes, I’m glad to see you. I’ve been up to see old Dr. Law,” to which Dr. Religion said, “Oh, he’s ancient—he’s an antique! Modern folks don’t go to him. He hasn’t had the proper training. He doesn’t know anything about the latest methods of medicine.” Well, that sounded good to me, and I said, “I don’t like him myself. Dr. Religion, would you just kind of look me over and see what’s wrong?” He said, “Sure!” After his examination, he said, “Why, there’s nothing seriously wrong with you. I recom­mend that you start going to church.” And I said, “Which one?” “Oh,” he said, “Just any of them will be all right.” So the next Sunday, I was in church—and the next, but I didn’t get any bet­ter. I went back to Dr. Religion, and said, “Dr. Religion, I don’t believe I’m any better.” He said, “Well, did you start going to church?” I said, “Sure. I’ve been going every Sunday.” Then he said, “Did you join and get baptized?” “No,” I said. Dr. Religion said, “Do that—that will make you feel better.” I said, “I’ll sure do it and get my wife to do so also.” So I went down to the church, joined it, and got baptized. But I didn’t feel any better. So I went back to Dr. Religion, and said, “Dr. Religion, there’s something wrong! I’m not really any better.” “Well,” he said, “Are you really working at it? Take a job in the church, and start helping others.” And so I did.

Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to His mercy He saved us… – Titus 3:5a

But I got weary in the struggle, and somebody recommended a couple of brothers who were doctors—Dr. Be Good and Dr. Do Good. I went to them, but to no avail. There was no certainty and no assurance of salvation. And then somebody recommended Dr. Hope So. After which I went to Dr. Think So, and neither one of them were able to help me, and now— weary, tired, exhausted, in despair, and at the end of myself—I decided to go back to Dr. Law (Galatians 2:16-21).

Dr. Law was waiting for me—the same stern, obstinate, old doctor—with the same diagnosis: “It’s your heart,” to which I asked, “What do you recommend?” “Only one thing will do,” he said, “and that’s an operation. Your heart will have to come out and a new one put in.” I said, “Dr. Law, when will you operate?” And he said, “I don’t operate.” To which I said, “You mean I’m going to have to die even though you know what’s wrong with me?” Dr. Law replied, “I didn’t say that you had to die. I only make the diagnosis. If you really want to live, I’ll tell you what to do” (Ephesians 2:8-9).


And so this trembling, perspiring sinner looked into the face of this unrelenting doctor and said, “Please help me!” He took me by the hand and led me across the hall and knocked on an office door. A handsome, loving, smiling doctor came to the door, and Dr. Law said, “Dr. Grace, this is Lester Roloff. He’s got the same trouble all my other patients that I’ve brought to you have had. He’s coming to you for an operation” (Galatians 3:22-26).

Then Dr. Law slipped away back into his office and left me standing alone in the presence of Dr. Grace. With fear and trembling, the questions began to come. First, “Dr. Grace, will you let Dr. Law or some other doctor help you operate?” And he said, “No, I’ve never had any help.” I said, “Dr. Grace, have you some good nurses?” “No sir,” he said, “I’ve never had a nurse. I do it all.” I said, “Dr. Grace, will you give me a good anesthetic and put me into a deep sleep?” He said, “No, I nev­er give anesthetics because I want you to know what I did for you so you can tell the world about it.”

 I said, “Dr. Grace, will you let me call my wife and let her come and stand by me?” Dr. Grace smiled and said, “No, son. This is a personal matter just between me and you. You can tell her after it’s all over.” I said, “Dr. Grace, I’m scared,” and he said, as he placed his big hand on my trembling shoul­der, “You don’t have to be afraid—I’ve never lost a patient. This will be a successful operation.” I said, “Dr. Grace, what about the expense of this tremendous operation?” He said, “It’s already paid for.” “Who paid for it?” I asked. He replied, “A Friend of yours.” “Oh,” I said, “I’d like to meet Him.” Dr. Grace said, “After the operation, I’ll let you meet Him—I’ll introduce you to Him.” I said, “Dr. Grace, is it true that you are going to take my old heart out and put in a new one?” He said, “Yes.” I said, “Where are you going to get the new heart?” He said, “You’ll find out after the operation.”

And so just by faith, I laid down on the operating table, and the great surgeon, Dr. Grace, took the knife and sliced open my heart section, and out came the blackest heart with the most terrible odor—oh, it was so sickening! And for the first time, I realized that Dr. Law was right—it was heart trouble! In a moment, Dr. Grace had thrown that old heart away and brought a new one, so pure and clean. He put it in and closed the incision, not even leaving a scar. I felt the flow of new life! Color came to my spiritual cheeks, and my tongue began to say, “Now I feel better—fact is, I feel wonderful!” In a mo­ment, with a smile on my face and tears of gratitude run­ning down my cheeks, I said, “Dr. Grace, when shall I come back for the check-up?” He said, “Son, no check-up will be necessary. The operation is a success, and this is permanent” (Romans 8:1-10).

“What else do you recommend?” I asked. He said, “Just do some good exercise each day.” And I said, “Do you have any particular exercises?” To which Dr. Grace replied, “Yes, kneeling and even raising your hands and praising God, and at times—especially in privacy—stretch out on your face. Take some good walks through the community, reaching out to neighbors. Exercise your vocal chords in praise.”

 I started out the door, and something inside me said, “Go back.” I said, “Dr. Grace, you told me you’d introduce me to the Friend who paid my bill,” and he said, “I thought you’d come back.” And stepping through a door came the loveliest Friend I’ve ever met. When He raised His hands, I saw nail prints. On His brow were thorn scars. I saw the spear print in His side. Dr. Grace said, “Jesus, I want you to meet Lester Roloff.” And as I looked at that scar in His side, I said, “Dr. Grace, I now understand where my new heart came from. He gave me His.”

I fell on my face and said, “It’s time to start my exercises.” Af­ter a season of praise and thanksgiving and adoring the One who died for me, I walked joyfully and victoriously down the sidewalk of life, but was reminded once again to go back to the old doctor whom I first hated. When I walked inside, he met me with a smile. I extended my hand, and his big strong hand gripped mine. I said, “Thank you, Dr. Law, for telling me what was wrong with me.” I was amazed that Dr. Law looked so handsome and seemed so different. I had sweet fellowship with him, and I’ll always love him for leading me to Dr. Grace.

I can now recommend these two great doctors. Dr. Law will show you where you are wrong, and Dr. Grace will make you right. Commit your case to Dr. Law and Dr. Grace (Romans 10:9-10).

Friend, if you really want to be saved, dismiss all other hopes of being saved, and come God’s way. Down in your heart, cry out to the Lord, “God be merciful to me, a sinner, and cleanse me through the blood of Jesus!”

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