On the
Onerous act of Forgiveness...
The weak can never forgive.
Forgiveness is an attribute of the strong.
- Mahatma Gandhi
God spoke to me in church last
Sunday. At about the time, the priest preached a Homily I have since forgotten.
HIS voice came into my heart with an alarming request. HE asked me to
reach out to the fathers of my children. This is probably the toughest thing
I will have to do this year. I am a child that obeys God, so I set forth
doing this task the way I begin any task, by thinking excessively about
it.
I concluded that since my older son
is 11 years old and has his own phone and e-mail address, all I had to do was
talk to him about it. The decision to proceed and communicate his dad would be
up to him. I gave him his dad’s e-mail
address should he choose to proceed. He sent the e-mail, got a reply with
a phone number, which he will probably call. Done!
The thinking phase for my younger
son continued until last night when I resolved to send an e-mail to his
dad. I have been reading Dale Carnegie’s How
to win Friends & Influence People and I thought it would be a
good way to practice some of my learning. Even with all the great tips
from Dale Carnegie, it was hard to find the right words to get across to
someone who seemed to disagree with me in every way imaginable. Drafting
my e-mail was an arduous task. Even more daunting is the wait for a
response. Have I opened an old wound to have salt drizzled on it? Now I
wait….
I have tears in my eyes this morning
over an event years past. I cry as I read hurtful e-mails a ‘friend’ sent to me.
I have decided to send a reconciliatory e-mail. To forgive someone is one of
the hardest things to do. Even if the person repents and pleads your
forgiveness, it will still be difficult if the person offended you. But to
forgive a person who hurt you without them asking for forgiveness is an immense
feat.
Why are human beings so
hurtful? What did I ever do to deserve such affront? Do I have to
be the one to reach out considering ‘he/she’ was the one that hurt me?
They should beg for my forgiveness. Why is being a Christian so
difficult? They hurt me, why can’t God make them come to their senses and ask
me for forgiveness? Do I deserve the humiliation of reaching out to
them? My questions become more existential. Why did God make me a
woman? A distressed, unappreciated, emotional woman. Silent tears become
a noiseless wail as emotions get the best of me.
This year’s Easter has brought forgiveness
into my heart in all sorts of ways. For instance, a friendship that ended
two years ago in a very bitter argument and separation—far worse than anything
I experienced in my teenage dramatic years—was recently regenerated due to no
deed of mine. I got a message from my friend on LinkedIn, not an “I am
sorry” message unfortunately J,
but a simple message asking to reconnect. After thanking God, I responded
and in a few days I may be seeing a good old friend for the first time a long
time. And meeting I get to ‘his/her’ their one year old daughter for the first
time.
NB: If you have an old friend
or a family member who greatly hurt you and you would like to make peace with,
even if it is not for your own sake but for God’s sake or the sake of something
besides you like your child, your family, etc. Please contact me and I
would be happy to share my e-mail and some of the great things I have learned
along the way.
Cheers!
God Bless