I would rather flip them the bird and yell a few choice words.
I’ve got the right to be angry. I have rights when I’ve been wronged.
And honestly, I don’t want to give them up. Those emotions make me feel empowered when I feel the least of these.
Broken. Bruised. Discarded. Torn.
When a tap on the shoulder comes. Jesus reveals Himself. “Take down the wall of lies because you are not seeing things clearly.” His mangled and bloodied hand points to the cross shrouded in sunlight on the hill.
And I’m speechless because I know it’s meaning. The brick wall around my heart crumbles into a red pile of rubble.
“This may be the only way they see me. Through you. Are you willing?” He whispers in my ear.
I’ve said I’d do what ever He asks of me. Anything. But this? Am I willing?
My uncle who abused me? What if the only way he ever truly sees Christ is through my own forgiveness?
What if forgiveness is the only thing He ever asks of me? What if? Will I do it?
And the only answer I can give is, Yes.
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