What comes to mind when you think of your father? What was he like? Do you have fond memories of a loving childhood or do you rather not think about it? Father God is unlike any earthly father.
Why is it so hard to act out Christ’s love to the ones we care about most? Whether it be a spouse, parent, sibling, or even your own child, the ones closest to our hearts always seem to be the hardest to love. Mother Theresa was once asked what one could do to promote world peace. She responded: “Go home and love your family.”
Probably many of you grew up being sisters and already master the art of being one. But maybe there are some of us, who feel like we don’t always remember how to be a sister and how to build each other up. Do you feel like you could grow in sisterhood a bit more?
When I read the Old Testament stories in the Bible I see it like a movie in my head. As was the case last week when I was reading in 1 Samuel 25, the amazing story of Abigail. An intriguing woman.
I would usually start a blog post with some enticing story or hookline. But when you’re feeling broken…
When there’s a thirst. When there’s a longing. When it feels like someone sucker-punched you in the chest or placed a 50 pound weight over your lungs… You don’t want enticing stories or a hookline. You want relief. And I don’t blame you.
It is with some reluctance that I start writing this blog on forgiveness, because it is not an easy subject to write about. I do not know you personally. It’s much easier when we know one another’s personal stories and look each other in the eye and then, when there is trust, speak about how essential it is to forgive. To address this important topic can easily offend someone, because it touches painful issues and maybe you say: ‘Hey … you don’t know what I’ve been through and what he or she did to me.’
Imagine: You are walking in the mall when you see someone from church, the person passes you but doesn’t greet you. The radars in your head start to work, “Is she angry with me?”, “Did I say something wrong the other day?” You start filling in your own story, your mind takes a walk with you and often it is in the negative realm. Do you recognize this?
‘’Love. Love. Love. Love. Love.’’ My brother in law constantly repeated that word while hugging and kissing my sister in public. I was ten years old at the time and always asked him why in the world he would do such a disgusting thing. He always gave me the same answer: ‘’Because I’m just SO crazy about her!’’