How I almost lost the battle to forgive on Easter Sunday

 

angry grizzly bear

G-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r!

What a Sunday.

I felt like a cornered bear all day.

At 9:20 a.m. I was a burly mess of emotions careening down HWY 1 in my Honda Civic.  All the while, plastic Easter eggs crammed with chocolates and gummies bounced around in the back seat.

Happy Easter?

As I pulled into the church parking lot, I was ready to strike out and claw someone.

I wanted revenge.

Make people feel I felt, suffer what I suffered.

Not exactly the mindset of a Sunday school teacher. Yet, I couldn’t let it go.

I put out lesson plans in the classrooms. But, inside my head, a twisted version of B.J. Thomas’ Somebody Done Me Wrong song played over and over again.

Basically, I felt used.

The tune didn’t start to fade until I plopped down on the couch later that evening.

My husband was watching a Dateline special about Nancy Smith.

Boring name, I thought. Boring story.

Wrong.

In 1994, I learned, she was convicted of the alleged sexual molestation of Head Start preschoolers who rode her school bus.

Eventually, evidence was uncovered that pointed to her innocence. Lawyers and even an investigator, who helped put her in prison, were able to get her sentence appealed.

After 15 years of imprisonment Nancy Smith was set free.

The parents of several the children who accused her refused to comment to media. They had gotten a generous settlement from head start during her imprisonment.

It sickened me to think that greed may have ultimately caused Nancy Smith to miss-

· The graduations of her children

· Their weddings

· The birth of her grandchildren

· The death of her daughter’s twins

When asked how she felt about this Smith said, “What kind of Christian would I be if I didn’t forgive?”

Forgiveness.

I always thought the concept had a romantic quality to it. It inspired

· Award-winning songs

· Bestseller books

· blockbuster movies

But, if you take the hose of reality and wash away every bit of romance,

All that’s left is a painful choice.

1. Hold onto the hurt and strike out.

That’s what I wanted to do Sunday morning. The thought of revenge pretty much consumed my day. My energy sagged. My outlook turned dark and gloomy.

Or,

2. Acknowledge the unfairness of it all and still forgive.

Push past the hate and anger. Let go of the right to retaliate. And, forgive.

My first step?

I gave a few leftover Easter eggs with the objects of my revenge. I made eye contact and genuinely tried to listen without giving in the urge to roll my eyes. Not a large sacrifice. Not that much progress. Just the typing of it sounds petty.

But, it’s a start.

Besides, I’ve been forgiven. Big time. No easy task. You should see my heart.

Speaking of hearts – I’ve gotten some great comments about the condition of the human heart. What we don’t know about other people. What they don’t know about us. I’d like to share a few of those tomorrow. If you have any insight you’d like to share, just let me know.

.

Advertisements

One thought on “How I almost lost the battle to forgive on Easter Sunday

  1. The concept you put forth was the most important thing I had to learn in my life. I don’t think we ever are free from the struggle to forgive. A great blog that really hit home.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s