Forgiveness

A friend and I have developed a coping mechanism for forgiving reprehensible people in our lives who have hurt us. It goes like this:

Forget about trying to love these people. The warm fuzzy feelings just aren’t there and we’re in no mood to generate a substitute.

We do not love everyone in our lives like this -- and it's unrealistic to expect ourselves to do so. Madonna and Toddler, available as an original and as note cards, through Steve Henderson Fine Art

We will, however, refrain from actively hating them.

“How immature.”

Yeah.

Probably.

I am mature enough to acknowledge that I am immature. Like a plant in the garden, I am growing, still needing care, not quite the towering oak spreading a canopy of grace over the world at my feet.  Actually, were I to describe myself as a plant, I would choose something shorter – like a pumpkin, or summer squash.

Meaning that, in my zucchini/crookneck world, if the realistic choice is between artificially generating feelings of bonhomie toward a reprehensible, arrogant, conceited, supercilious slob of a human being or just knocking that dervish out of my mind altogether, I’ll kick the bum out.

“You should love your enemies.”

(By the way, I know that it’s not you slapping me around with these admonitions, which probably grate on you as much as they do me. Some irritating invisible individual is blathering about in our brains.)

The notable C.S. Lewis, who by outside accounts was a crusty, irascible, impatient sort of being, mused on this issue of loving one’s neighbors as himself in his hallmark book Mere Christianity, which you can either download onto your e-reader or, since its cover won’t give away your embarrassing reading habits like 50 Shades of Grey, is safe to carry around in hardback or paperback form.

“Well, how exactly do I love myself?” Lewis asks, reasoning that he does not exactly “. . . (have) a feeling of fondness or affection for myself, and I do not even always enjoy my own society.”

One way that we love ourselves is by cutting ourselves a lot of slack, trying to understand why we did what we did. Contemplation by Steve Henderson

He continues, “. . . thinking myself nice is not why I love myself. So loving my enemies does not apparently mean thinking them nice either. That is an enormous relief.”

Indeed it is.

Years ago I shared a city that was much too small for the two of us with a woman who was outwardly gracious and kind to every citizen of the community but very, very different to me. As these situations usually go, we ran in many of the same circles, and when I wasn’t in the same room with her, I was listening to her praises cascading from the lips of others.

Early on I realized that schooling my outside features to pleasant neutrality was not enough; inside, I could either seethe at the woman or let her go outside the cage of my mind.  Because she never did accommodate me by moving to another continent, I was forced to take the high road, for my own sake, and determine to not hate her, which I most effectively did my removing her from my thoughts altogether.

I loved her – my enemy – by choosing to not make her a substitute god to which I offered too many waking thoughts – bitter, acrimonious – as if they were a prayer.

Not the best solution, but one that worked, allowing my spirit to survive – even grow – to the point that before we parted company I was able to vaguely understand her, pray for her, sympathize for her hurts that I understood and sorrowed for.

But I never did like her.

So love your enemies and forgive them as best you can – and an acceptable place to start is by not denying that they hurt you and you don’t particularly like them because of this, and while it would be so spiritual to pray for their well being, you’re not there yet, and until you’re strong enough to resist eating the entire chocolate cake in one sitting and totally destroying your diet, you’ll just forgo temptation and keep the stuff out of the house.

Forgiveness is liberating, and for that reason, it's worth working on. Spirit of the Canyon, available as an original oil painting, signed limited edition print, miniature study, and note card through Steve Henderson Fine Art

 The paintings in this blog are all created by Steve Henderson, the Norwegian Artist, and are available through the Steve Henderson Fine Art Websiteoriginals, signed limited edition prints, miniatures, and note cards. Owning fine art is a reachable reality.

 

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2 Responses to “Forgiveness”

  1. JJK says:

    What if that person is our mother? What does that look like?

    • JJK — it looks challenging, and I am not being facetious. The closer you are to this person, emotionally — even positively or negatively — the ore difficult this is.

      My friend, all I can tell you is this — it’s too big for you. Ask God about it. Seriously. Regardless of what terms you are with on God, ask Him to show you what to do, because you Just. Don’t. Know.

      The only way you can figure out something of this magnitude is to work with Someone who is bigger, stronger, and wiser than you, and the only person out there who fits that description is God. — Carolyn

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