Today’s word? FORGIVE. Here’s what the Bible says about that:
Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you. (Ephesians 4:2)
When I have trouble forgiving others, I try to remember two rather humbling stories. We’ve shared ‘em before here on GUWG but I just loooooove ‘em and think they’re worth repeating.
The first involves Nazi concentration camp survivor Corrie ten Boom …
A few years after World War II ended, Corrie gave a talk in a German church. Her message? God forgives. She concluded by telling the audience: “When we confess our sins, God casts them into the deepest ocean, gone forever.”
After the talk, a man came forward. Corrie instantly recognized him as one of the guards from the concentration camp in which she had been imprisoned. She remembered his cruelty. She remembered the shame of having to walk past him naked. She remembered his leather whip. But, most of all, she remembered that her beloved sister Betsie had died in that horrible place overseen by men such as him.
The man thrust out his hand. “A fine message, Fraülein!” he said. “How good it is to know that, as you say, all our sins are at the bottom of the sea!”
Corrie couldn’t bring herself to shake the man’s hand.
He continued: “I have become a Christian. I know that God has forgiven me for the cruel things I did there, but I would like to hear it from your lips as well.” He thrust his hand out again. “Will you forgive me?”
Corrie says she stood there staring at the man with coldness clutching her heart. So she prayed: Jesus help me! I can lift my hand. I can do that much. You supply the feeling.
Here’s what she says happened next:
And so woodenly, mechanically, I thrust my hand into the one stretched out to me. And as I did, an incredible thing took place. The current started in my shoulder, raced down my arm and sprang into our joined hands. And then this healing warmth seemed to flood my whole being, bringing tears to my eyes. “I forgive you, brother,” I cried. “With all my heart!”
For a long moment we grasped each other’s hands — the former guard and the former prisoner. I had never known God’s love so intensely as I did then. But even so, I realized it was not my love. I had tried, and did not have the power. It was the power of the Holy Spirit.
The second story is about Jesus himself …
Roman soldiers beat Jesus, mocked him, spat on him and then nailed him to a cross between two criminals. With all the power in the universe available to him as he hung there looking down on his tormentors, did he call down fire from heaven to incinerate them?
No. Instead, he did something beautiful. He forgave them.
Here’s what he said: “Father forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.” (Luke 23:34)
We should do the same.
FORGIVE ONE ANOTHER!