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Thoughts on Forgiving

Most people think they learn forgiveness as a child.
Which in part is true.
Children generally forgive without thought.
You don't have to ask for it or beg for it.
They just give it.
But something happens when we grow up.
Its like we make a conscience effort to eat the apple which brings forth our own ideas on how to forgive. We have to engage our five senses in a way that no man can satisfy.
We have to hear and feel the apology.
The person desiring forgiveness has to articulate their vocabulary like your favorite song on a hot summer's eve in July.
Saying words like I'm sorry because... and I apologize for.....
We put our hands together to skip prayer and formulate schemes on how we can make somebody work for our forgiveness as if we are some supernatural higher being who has never needed forgiveness.
The victim and the perpetrator always switch places assuming the other should have been the bigger person.
We have the expectation for a divine quality to manifest in somebody else yet we never prepare to possess the quality ourselves.
What a shame.
Lord teach me....
Ahh then experience is the greatest teacher.
But wisdom is the application of truth.
We operate on perceived truth not real truth.
So God sends us through experiences to shift our paradigms and impart upon us His image.
Every Christian desires to be like God.
We cry out Lord make me like you.
Until we are presented with an apple and God says show them who I am.

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Calvin Willis said…
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Calvin Willis said…
This spoke volumes to me! It's what every family needs. I like how you challenged us to go deeper than just automatic buzz words like "I'm sorry" and "I apologize," in order to seek forgiveness from another.

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