On Forgiveness

From a blog I found on facebook:

"A good marriage is indeed the union of two good forgivers." --Ruth Bell Graham
 
"So what is forgiveness? Guinness argues that forgiveness is “not a virtue, a merit, or a heroic act…[but] simply treating others as God has treated us and passing on to others what we have received so much more generously than we could ever give.”

Can you really forgive without acknowledging what you’ve been forgiven? Can we really hope to offer grace to others without understanding the grace that we are offered through Jesus Christ? There is a humility and an ownership that comes from recognizing our own shortcomings. If you stop to think about it, you can see that God (the All-Loving, Holy, Creator of the universe) forgiving you is a bigger deal than you forgiving anyone anything. After all, you aren’t holy and you aren’t all-loving. And neither am I. Yet He forgives us. How then can we justify not forgiving others? I love the parable Jesus told about the man who was forgiven some astronomical debt, but proceeded to choke and then imprison a debtor of his own who owed him very little. We may be horrified by the hypocrisy, but we do the same thing. Because we have been forgiven an astronomical debt, and yet we harden our hearts and refuse to forgive. The parable should illuminate our own hypocrisy and point us to our responsibility, as followers of Christ, to forgive.

And it sounds limitless, doesn’t it? That’s because it is. May I be sober-minded and rely on Christ in me, to forgive any and every offense. Clearly, no one could do this in their own strength. It’s laughable. It’s utter nonsense. But as Paul wrote, “I can do everything through him who gives me strength” (Philippians 4:13 NIV 1984).

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God, my Personal Trainer: "Drop and give me 10!"

When we need healing, we often go to prayer seeking God's quick action as a physician and surgeon.

However, in my own faith experience, when I go to God in prayer about an area of my life that needs healing and wholeness, God acts much like a fitness trainer at the gym rather than a physician in treating the problem directly.

For example, when my knees hurt from running, a physical fitness instructor tells me to strengthen my quadriceps, hamstrings, ankles and calves. In turn, the strengthening of all of these other muscle groups allows my knees to more properly carry my weight distribution as intended.

When I go to God in prayer for certain issues, it is often true in my life that He speaks to me and grants insight and grace and discipline in other unrelated areas. Once all the other regions of my body are toned, then the broken, bloodied, and disordered bits seem to both heal and be more rightly ordered relative to the rest of my body systems.

When I turn my emotions to God in prayer, He often teaches me about discipline, order, faithfulness, and service in charity. After all of these other areas are strengthened and toned, it seems that somehow my emotional issues are healed.

Of course, healing and growing are cyclical processes, never ending. But it strikes me that the things I pray for often lead God to change me in seemingly unrelated ways I don't immediately equate with an answer to prayer. But like strengthening complementary muscles, the original issue is also treated with God's touch of grace.

Wedding Feast at Cana

"Do not fear Him (God). He is terrible in His greatness, awful in His sublimity, but infinitely merciful. He has made Himself like unto us from love and rejoices with us. He is changing the water into wine that the gladness of the guests may not be cut short. He is expecting new guests, He is calling new ones unceasingly for ever and ever...there they are bringing new wine. do you see they are bringing the vessels.

"Something glowed in Alyosha's heart, something filled it till it ached, tears of rapture rose from his soul... He stretched out his hands, uttered a cry and woke up."

- The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoevsky