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Forgetting and Forgiveness

A friend of Clara Barton founder of the American Red Cross once reminded her of an especially cruel thing that had been done to her years before. But Miss Barton seemed not to recall it. Dont you remember it? her friend asked.

No Came the reply I distinctly remember forgetting it.

You cant be free and happy if you harbor grudges so put them away. Get rid of them. Collect postage stamps or collect coins if you wishbut dont collect grudges. ── Michael P. GreenIllustrations for Biblical Preaching

 

Forgetting and Forgiveness

A man who was telling his friend about an argument hed had with his wife commented Oh how I hate it every time we have an argument she gets historical.

The friend replied You mean hysterical.}

No he insisted. I mean historical. Every time we argue she drags up everything from the past and holds it against me! ── Michael P. GreenIllustrations for Biblical Preaching

 

Example of Human Forgiveness

When the first missionaries came to the province of Alberta Canada they were savagely opposed by a young chief of the Cree Indians named Maskepetoon.  Eventually he responded to the gospel and accepted Christ.  Shortly afterward a member of the Blackfoot tribe who hated him killed his father.  Maskepetoon rode into the village where the murderer lived and demanded that he be brought before him.  Confronting the guilty man he said "You have killed my father so now YOU must be my father.  You shall ride my best horse and wear my best clothes."  In utter amazement and remorse his enemy exclaimed "My son now you have killed me!"  He meant of course that the hate in his own heart had been completely erased by the forgiveness and kindness of the Indian chief. ── Michael P. GreenIllustrations for Biblical Preaching

 

Human Enjoined Forgiveness

Some years ago Dr. M.R. De Haan founder of the Radio Bible Class said "You can't judge the spirituality of a Christian on the basis of his prayers since praying is often done for its effect on the listeners.  Nor can you gauge a person's spiritual status by the loudness of his 'amens' and 'hallelujahs.'  Even the liberality of one's giving is not an infallible test.  It too may be done for personal recognition or to ease one's conscience.  I'm convinced that the surest test of the depth of our relationship with God is found in our willingness to forgive others."  Showing this attitude through acts of kindness for those who have offended us often erases all feelings of bitterness in their hearts. ── Michael P. GreenIllustrations for Biblical Preaching

 

MERCENARY

         A lady answered the knock on her door to find a man with a sad expression.

"I'm sorry to disturb you " he said "but I'm collecting money for an unfortunate family in the neighborhood. The husband is out of work the kids are hungry the utilities will soon be cut off and worse they're going to be kicked out of their apartment if they don't pay the rent by this afternoon."

         "I'll be happy to help " said the woman with great concern. "But who are you?"

         "I'm the landlord " he replied.  ── Jon H. Allen.

MERCY

         Years after the death of President Calvin Coolidge this story came to light. In the early days of his presidency Coolidge awoke one morning in his hotel room to find a cat burglar going through his pockets. Coolidge spoke up asking the burglar not to take his watch chain because it contained an engraved charm he wanted to keep. Coolidge then engaged the thief in quiet conversation and discovered he was a college student who had no money to pay his hotel bill or buy a ticket back to campus. Coolidge counted $32 out of his wallet -- which he had also persuaded the dazed young man to give back! -- declared it to be a loan and advised the young man to leave the way he had come so as to avoid the Secret Service! (Yes the loan was paid back.)  ── Today in the Word October 8 1992.


         A mother once approached Napoleon seeking a pardon for her son. The emperor replied that the young man had committed a certain offense twice and justice demanded death. 

         "But I don't ask for justice " the mother explained. "I plead for mercy." 

         "But your son does not deserve mercy " Napoleon replied. 

         "Sir " the woman cried "it would not be mercy if he deserved it and mercy is all I ask for." 

        "Well then " the emperor said "I will have mercy." And he spared the woman's son.  ── Luis Palau Experiencing God's Forgiveness Multnomah Press 1984.

 

SYMPATHY

         A man put up a sign in his yard that read: "Puppies for Sale." Among those who came to inquire was a young boy. "Please Mister " he said "I'd like to buy one of your puppies if they don't cost too much." "Well son they're $25." The boy looked crushed. "I've only got two dollars and five cents. Could I see them anyway?" "Of course. Maybe we can work something out " said the man. The lad's eyes danced at the sight of those five little balls of fur. "I heard that one has a bad leg " he said. "Yes I'm afraid she'll be crippled for life." "Well that's the puppy I want. Could I pay for her a little at a time?" The man responded "But she'll always have a limp." Smiling bravely the boy pulled up one pant leg revealing a brace. "I don't walk good either." Then looking at the puppy sympathetically he continued "I guess she'll need a lot of love and help. I sure did. It's not so easy being crippled." "Here take her " said the man. "I know you'll give her a good home. And just forget the money." ── Our Daily Bread.


         One of life's major mistakes is being the last member in the family to come down with the flu -- after all the sympathy has run out. ── Bill Vaughan NANA.

 

Grudge

To carry a grudge is like being stung to death by one bee.

William H. Walton.


Once armies carried cannonballs with them afraid they would meet the enemy somewhere and have nothing to shoot at it. In terms of specific gravity grudges are about as heavy as cannonballs. But it makes little sense to carry them. Most likely the "enemy" is unaware of your enmity and surely would be surprised to learn that you've been stalking him with a cannonball in your pocket. So examine your grudges. Do what armies do when hostilities are over: unload the cannonballs and stack them on the courthouse lawn. Then marvel at how much easier it is to get around.

James Alexander Thom Nuggets.

 

FORGIVENESS

Not long before she died in 1988 in a moment of surprising candor in television Marghanita Laski one of our best-known secular humanists and novelists said "What I envy most about you Christians is your forgiveness; I have nobody to forgive me." 

John Stott in The Contemporary Christian.


In "The Christian Leader " Don Ratzlaff retells a story Vernon Grounds came across in Ernest Gordon's Miracle on the River Kwai. The Scottish soldiers forced by their Japanese captors to labor on a jungle railroad had degenerated to barbarous behavior but one afternoon something happened. A shovel was missing. The officer in charge became enraged. He demanded that the missing shovel be produced or else. When nobody in the squadron budged the officer got his gun and threatened to kill them all on the spot . . . It was obvious the officer meant what he had said. Then finally one man stepped forward. The officer put away his gun picked up a shovel and beat the man to death. When it was over the survivors picked up the bloody corpse and carried it with them to the second tool check. This time no shovel was missing. Indeed there had been a miscount at the first check point. The word spread like wildfire through the whole camp. An innocent man had been willing to die to save the others! . . . The incident had a profound effect. . . The men began to treat each other like brothers. When the victorious Allies swept in the survivors human skeletons lined up in front of their captors (and instead of attacking their captors) insisted: "No more hatred. No more killing. Now what we need is forgiveness." Sacrificial love has transforming power.

Don Ratzlaff "The Christian Leader".


In his book. Lee: The Last Years Charles Bracelen Flood reports that after the Civil War Robert E. Lee visited a Kentucky lady who took him to the remains of a grand old tree in front of her house. There she bitterly cried that its limbs and trunk had been destroyed by Federal artillery fire. She looked to Lee for a word condemning the North or at least sympathizing with her loss. After a brief silence Lee said "Cut it down my dear Madam and forget it." It is better to forgive the injustices of the past than to allow them to remain let bitterness take root and poison the rest of our life.

Michael Williams.


Bruce Goodrich was being initiated into the cadet corps at Texas A & M University. One night Bruce was forced to run until he dropped -- but he never got up. Bruce Goodrich died before he even entered college.

A short time after the tragedy Bruce's father wrote this letter to the administration faculty student body and the corps of cadets: "I would like to take this opportunity to express the appreciation of my family for the great outpouring of concern and sympathy from Texas A & M University and the college community over the loss of our son Bruce. We were deeply touched by the tribute paid to him in the battalion. We were particularly pleased to note that his Christian witness did not go unnoticed during his brief time on campus."

Mr. Goodrich went on: "I hope it will be some comfort to know that we harbor no ill will in the matter. We know our God makes no mistakes. Bruce had an appointment with his Lord and is now secure in his celestial home. When the question is asked 'Why did this happen?' perhaps one answer will be 'So that many will consider where they will spend eternity.'"

Our Daily Bread March 22 1994.


When the first missionaries came to Alberta Canada they were savagely opposed by a young chief of the Cree Indians named Maskepetoon. But he responded to the gospel and accepted Christ. Shortly afterward a member of the Blackfoot tribe killed his father. Maskepetoon rode into the village where the murderer lived and demanded that he be brought before him. Confronting the guilty man he said "You have killed my father so now you must be my father. You shall ride my best horse and wear my best clothes." In utter amazement and remorse his enemy exclaimed "My son now you have killed me!" He meant of course that the hate in his own heart had been completely erased by the forgiveness and kindness of the Indian chief.

Today in the Word November 10 1993.


In May 1924 a shocked nation learned two young men from Chicago Richard Leopold and Nathan Loeb had killed 14-year-old Bobbie Franks. What made the crime so shocking and made Leopold and Loeb household names was the reason for the killing. The two became obsessed with the idea of committing the "perfect murder " and simply picked young Franks as their victim. They were sentenced to life imprisonment but Leopold was killed in a prison brawl in 1936. Claiming he wanted "a chance to find redemption for myself and to help others " Nathan Loeb became a hospital technician at his parole in 1958. He died in 1971.

Today in the Word October 3 1992.


A childhood accident caused poet Elizabeth Barrett to lead a life of semi-invalidism before she married Robert Browning in 1846. There's more to the story. In her youth Elizabeth had been watched over by her tyrannical father. When she and Robert were married their wedding was held in secret because of her father's disapproval. After the wedding the Brownings sailed for Italy where they lived for the rest of their lives. But even though her parents had disowned her Elizabeth never gave up on the relationship. Almost weekly she wrote them letters. Not once did they reply. After 10 years she received a large box in the mail. Inside Elizabeth found all of her letters; not one had been opened! Today those letters are among the most beautiful in classical English literature. Had her parents only read a few of them their relationship with Elizabeth might have been restored.

Daily Walk May 30 1992.


In the 14th century Robert Bruce of Scotland was leading his men in a battle to gain independence from England. Near the end of the conflict the English wanted to capture Bruce to keep him from the Scottish crown. So they put his own bloodhounds on his trail. When the bloodhounds got close Bruce could hear their baying. His attendant said "We are done for. They are on your trail and they will reveal your hiding place." Bruce replied "It's all right." Then he headed for a stream that flowed through the forest. He plunged in and waded upstream a short distance. When he came out on the other bank he was in the depths of the forest. Within minutes the hounds tracing their master's steps came to the bank. They went no farther. The English soldiers urged them on but the trail was broken. The stream had carried the scent away. A short time later the crown of Scotland rested on the head of Robert Bruce. The memory of our sins prodded on by Satan can be like those baying dogs--but a stream flows red with the blood of God's own Son. By grace through faith we are safe. No sin-hound can touch us. The trail is broken by the precious blood of Christ. "The purpose of the cross " someone observed "is to repair the irreparable."

E. Lutzer Putting Your Past Behind You   Here's Life 1990 p.42.


There's a Spanish story of a father and son who had become estranged. The son ran away and the father set off to find him. He searched for months to no avail. Finally in a last desperate effort to find him the father put an ad in a Madrid newspaper. The ad read: Dear Paco meet me in front of this newspaper office at noon on Saturday. All is forgiven. I love you. Your Father. On Saturday 800 Pacos showed up looking for forgiveness and love from their fathers.

Bits & Pieces October 15 1992 pp. 13.


Chuck Swindoll reports that a seminary student in Chicago faced a  forgiveness test. Although he preferred to work in some kind of ministry the only job he could find was driving a bus on Chicago's south side. One day a gang of tough teens got on board and refused to pay the fare. After a few days of this the seminarian spotted a policeman on the corner stopped the bus and reported them. The officer made them pay but then he got off. When the bus rounded a corner the gang robbed the seminarian and beat him severely. He pressed charges and the gang was rounded up. They were found guilty. But as soon as the jail sentence was given the young Christian saw their spiritual need and felt pity for them. So he asked the judge if he could serve their sentences for them. The gang members and the judge were dumbfounded. "It's because I forgive you " he explained. His request was denied but he visited the young men in jail and led several of them to faith in Christ.

Chuck Swindoll.


"The man I ate dinner with tonight killed my brother." The words spoken by a stylish woman at a PF banquet in Seattle amazed me. She told how John H. had murdered her brother during a robbery served 18 years at Walla Walla then settled into life on a dairy farm where she had met him in 1983 20 years after his crime. Compelled by Christ's command to forgive Ruth Youngsman had gone to her enemy and pronounced forgiveness. Then she had taken him to her father's deathbed prompting reconciliation.

Some wouldn't call this a success story: John didn't dedicate his life to Christ. But at that PF banquet last fall his voice cracked as he said "Christians are the only people I know that you can kill their son and they'll make you a part of their family. I don't know the Man Upstairs but He sure is hounding me."

John's story is unfinished; he hasn't yet accepted Christ. But just as Christ died for us regardless of our actions or acceptance so Ruth forgave him without qualification. Even more so she became his friend.

Albert H. Quie President of Prison Fellowship Ministries Jubilee p. 5.


Corrie ten Boom told of not being able to forget a wrong that had been done to her. She had forgiven the person but she kept rehashing the incident and so couldn't sleep. Finally Corrie cried out to God for help in putting the problem to rest. "His help came in the form of a kindly Lutheran pastor " Corrie wrote "to whom I confessed my failure after two sleepless weeks." "Up in the church tower " he said nodding out the window "is a bell which is rung by pulling on a rope. But you know what? After the sexton lets go of the rope the bell keeps on swinging. First ding then dong. Slower and slower until there's a final dong and it stops. I believe the same thing is true of forgiveness. When we forgive we take our hand off the rope. But if we've been tugging at our grievances for a long time we mustn't be surprised if the old angry thoughts keep coming for a while. They're just the ding-dongs of the old bell slowing down." "And so it proved to be. There were a few more midnight reverberations a couple of dings when the subject came up in my conversations but the force -- which was my willingness in the matter -- had gone out of them. They came less and less often and at the last stopped altogether: we can trust God not only above our emotions but also above our thoughts."

Corrie ten Boom.


A couple married for 15 years began having more than usual disagreements. They wanted to make their marriage work and agreed on an idea the wife had. For one month they planned to drop a slip in a "Fault" box. The boxes would provide a place to let the other know about daily irritations. The wife was diligent in her efforts and approach: "leaving the jelly top off the jar " "wet towels on the shower floor " "dirty socks not in hamper " on and on until the end of the month. After dinner at the end of the month they exchanged boxes. The husband reflected on what he had done wrong. Then the wife opened her box and began reading. They were all the same the message on each slip was "I love you!"

Unknown.


Marie de Medicis the Italian-born wife of King Henri IV of France became the regent for their son Louis after her husband's death in 1610. In later years her relationship with Louis soured and they lived in a state of ongoing hostility. Marie also felt a deep sense of betrayal when Cardinal Richelieu whom she had helped in his rise to political power deserted her and went over to her son's side. While on her deathbed Marie was visited by Fabio Chigi who was papal nuncio of France. Marie vowed to forgive all of her enemies including Cardinal Richelieu. "Madam " asked Chigi "as a mark of reconciliation will you send him the bracelet you wear on your arm?" "No " she replied firmly "that would be too much."

True forgiveness is hard to extend because it demands that people let go of something they value -- not a piece of jewelry but pride perhaps as sense of justice or desire for revenge.

Daily Walk May 27 1992.


Rabbi David A. Nelson likes to tell the story of two brothers who went to their rabbi to settle a longstanding feud. The rabbi got the two to reconcile their differences and shake hands. As they were about to leave he asked each one to make a wish for the other in honor of the Jewish New Year. The first brother turned to the other and said "I wish you what you wish me." At that the second brother threw up his hands and said "See Rabbi he's starting up again!"

Rabbi David A. Nelson.


This headline appeared in the Grand Rapids Press: "Convict Tells of a Torture that Time Can't Change." The article described a newspaper reporter's interview with a man who had been convicted of killing his wife. Here's how the writer described the scene: "He leans forward from his chair. For a moment he says nothing. Finally he comments matter-of-factly 'I'll never be the same. I have no illusions about that. I still have to live with it.'" Since he was being considered for parole the prisoner was asked by the reporter if he deserved to be let out. He responded by saying "Out? I lost a wife and I can't replace her. It'll always be on my mind because no matter what I still bear the final responsibility. There's no amount of time I could do that would change anything. I could do 100 years or 1 000 years; how do you set a number for something like that?"

Grand Rapids Press.


When Narvaez the Spanish patriot lay dying his father-confessor asked him whether he had forgiven all his enemies. Narvaez looked astonished and said "Father I have no enemies I have shot them all."

Unknown.


Jungle Aviation and Radio Service (JAARS) the flying department of Wycliffe Bible Translators--had flown thousands of hours over a 25 year span without one fatal accident before April 7 1972. On that day a Piper Aztec lost its right engine and crashed in Papua New Guinea killing all seven persons aboard. The Aztec had just rolled out of the Wycliffe maintenance hangar the day before following a 100 hour inspection. The chief mechanic was stunned when he heard the news of the crash. Reviewing in his mind each step he had performed in inspecting that right engine he suddenly recoiled in horror. He remembered that he had been interrupted while tightening a fuel line and had never returned to finish the job! That faulty connection had allowed raw fuel to spray out and catch fire while the Aztec was in flight. The mechanic's guilt at being responsible for the deaths of his companions crushed him. For days he did not know what to do. The other mechanics tried to help him as did his own family. But when the family of Doug Hunt the pilot who was killed in the accident was preparing to return to their home in New Zealand the mechanic knew he had to see them talk with them and beg their forgiveness. He could barely get out the words as he sobbed in their presence. "That hand there " he said looking at his right hand "took Doug's life." Glennis Hunt Doug's widow embraced him. "Glennis sat by me and held the hand that took her husband's life " he later wrote "and another JAARS pilot sat on my other side with a demonstration of love comfort and forgiveness. That was the most significant first step in the healing process."

Max Lucado God Came Near Multnomah Press 1987 p. 101.


In A Forgiving God in an Unforgiving World Ron Lee Davis retells the true story of a priest in the Philippines a much- loved man of God who carried the burden of a secret sin he had committed many years before. He had repented but still had no peace no sense of God's forgiveness.

In his parish was a woman who deeply loved God and who claimed to have visions in which she spoke with Christ and he with her. The priest however was skeptical. To test her he said "The next time you speak with Christ I want you to ask him what sin your priest committed while he was in seminary." The woman agreed. A few days later the priest asked. "Well did Christ visit you in your dreams?"
"Yes he did " she replied.
"And did you ask him what sin I committed in seminary?"
"Yes."
"Well what did he say?"
"He said 'I don't remember'"
What God forgives He forgets.

David H. Bolton.


Karl Menninger the famed psychiatrist once said that if he could convince the patients in psychiatric hospitals that their sins were forgiven 75 percent of them could walk out the next day!

Today in the Word March 1989 p. 8.


On the Lord's day a group of missionaries and believers in New Guinea were gathered together to observe the Lord's Supper. After one young man sat down a missionary recognized that a sudden tremor had passed through the young man's body that indicated he was under a great nervous strain. Then in a moment all was quiet again. The missionary whispered "What was it that troubled you?" "Ah " he said "But the man who just came in killed and ate the body of my father. And now he has come in to remember the Lord with us. At first I didn't know whether I could endure it. But it is all right now. He is washed in the same precious blood." And so together they had Communion. It is a marvelous thing the work of the Holy Spirit of God. Does the world know anything of this?

H.A. Ironside.


In a dream Martin Luther found himself being attacked by Satan. The devil unrolled a long scroll containing a list of Luther's sins and held it before him. On reaching the end of the scroll Luther asked the devil "Is that all?" "No " came the reply and a second scroll was thrust in front of him. Then after a second came a third. But now the devil had no more. "You've forgotten something " Luther exclaimed triumphantly. "Quickly write on each of them 'The blood of Jesus Christ God's son cleanses us from all sins.'"

K. Koch Occult Bondage and Deliverance p. 10.


Forgiveness is a funny thing; it warms the heart and cools the sting.

William A. Ward.


Thomas A. Edison was working on a crazy contraption called a "light bulb" and it took a whole team of men 24 straight hours to put just one together. The story goes that when Edison was finished with one light bulb he gave it to a young boy helper who nervously carried it up the stairs. Step by step he cautiously watched his hands obviously frightened of dropping such a priceless piece of work. You've probably guessed what happened by now; the poor young fellow dropped the bulb at the top of the stairs. It took the entire team of men twenty-four more hours to make another bulb. Finally tired and ready for a break Edison was ready to have his bulb carried up the stairs. He gave it to the same young boy who dropped the first one. That's true forgiveness.

James Newton Uncommon Friends.


Button in a tourist shop: to err is human to forgive is out of the question.


Opaquing fluid is the magical liquid that covers over your errors your typos your unfortunate slip-ups. You brush on the liquid and start all over again--hopefully this time with no unfortunate slip-ups. Opaquing fluid is forgiveness an obliteration of a goof with no telltale traces that the goof happened at all.

John V Chervokas How to Keep God Alive from 9 to 5.


The art of forgiving is a spiritual grace every Christian should develop. Because this is so difficult to put into practice he offers the following suggestions:

1) Begin by assuring yourself that compared to Christ's suffering you haven't been seriously wronged at all.
2) Recall the many kind deeds that have been shown to you perhaps even by the person who has harmed you.
3) List the benefits you have received from the Lord.
4) Thank Him for blessing you with His love and forgiveness each day.
5) Make an honest effort to pray for the one who has injured you.
6) Go even further by looking for an opportunity to help him.
7) If the offense is especially hard to forget try to erase the memory by thinking gracious and generous thoughts.
8) Finally before you fall asleep at night repeat slowly and thoughtfully that phrase from the Lord's Prayer "Forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors."

Roy L. Smith.


Some people try to punish themselves for their sins. They do not stand on the promises of forgiveness and Christ' propitiation. "Many years ago a father and his daughter were walking through the grass on the Canadian prairie. In the distance they saw a prairie fire and they realized that it would soon engulf them. The father knew there was only one way of escape: They would quickly begin a fire right where they were and burn a large patch of grass. When the huge fire drew near they then would stand on the section that had already burned. When the flames did approach them the girl was terrified but her father assured her 'The flames can't get to us. We are standing where the fire has already been.'"

Erwin Lutzer Failure The Back Door to Success.


Lengthy Illustrations

Richard Hoefler's book Will Daylight Come? includes A homey illustration of how sin enslaves and forgiveness frees. A little boy visiting his grandparents as given his first slingshot. He practiced in the woods but he could never hit his target. As he came back to Grandma's back yard he spied her pet duck. On an impulse he took aim and let fly. The stone hit and the duck fell dead.

The boy panicked. Desperately he hid the dead duck in the woodpile only to look up and see his sister watching. Sally had seen it all but she said nothing. After lunch that day Grandma said "Sally let's wash the dishes." But Sally said "Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen today. Didn't you Johnny?" And she whispered to him "Remember the duck! So Johnny did the dishes.

Later Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing. Grandma said "I'm sorry but I need Sally to help make supper." Sally smiled and said "That's all taken care of. Johnny wants to do it." Again she whispered "Remember the duck." Johnny stayed while Sally went fishing. After several days of Johnny doing both his chores and Sally's finally he couldn't stand it. He confessed to Grandma that he'd killed the duck. "I know Johnny " she said giving him a hug. "I was standing at the window and saw the whole thing. Because I love you I forgave you. I wondered how long you would let Sally make a slave of you.

Steven Cole.


Shortly after the turn of the century Japan invaded conquered and occupied Korea. Of all of their oppressors Japan was the most ruthless. They overwhelmed the Koreans with a brutality that would sicken the strongest of stomachs. Their crimes against women and children were inhuman. Many Koreans live today with the physical and emotional scars from the Japanese occupation.

One group singled out for concentrated oppression was the Christians. When the Japanese army overpowered Korea one of the first things they did was board up the evangelical churches and eject most foreign missionaries. It has always fascinated me how people fail to learn from history. Conquering nations have consistently felt that shutting up churches would shut down Christianity. It didn't work in Rome when the church was established and it hasn't worked since. Yet somehow the Japanese thought they would have a different success record. The conquerors started by refusing to allow churches to meet and jailing many of the key Christian spokesmen. The oppression intensified as the Japanese military increased its profile in the South Pacific. The "Land of the Rising Sum" spread its influence through a reign of savage brutality. Anguish filled the hearts of the oppressed -- and kindled hatred deep in their souls. One pastor persistently entreated his local Japanese police chief for permission to meet for services. His nagging was finally accommodated and the police chief offered to unlock his church ... for one meeting.

It didn't take long for word to travel. Committed Christians starving for an opportunity for unhindered worship quickly made their plans. Long before dawn on that promised Sunday Korean families throughout a wide area made their way to the church. They passed the staring eyes of their Japanese captors but nothing was going to steal their joy. As they closed the doors behind them they shut out the cares of oppression and shut in a burning spirit anxious to glorify their Lord.

The Korean church has always had a reputation as a singing church. Their voices of praise could not be concealed inside the little wooden frame sanctuary. Song after song rang through the open windows into the bright Sunday morning. For a handful of peasants listening nearby the last two songs this congregation sang seemed suspended in time. It was during a stanza of "Nearer My God to Thee" that the Japanese police chief waiting outside gave the orders. The people toward the back of the church could hear them when they barricaded the doors but no one realized that they had doused the church with kerosene until they smelled the smoke. The dried wooden skin of the small church quickly ignited. Fumes filled the structure as tongues of flame began to lick the baseboard on the interior walls.

There was an immediate rush for the windows. But momentary hope recoiled in horror as the men climbing out the windows came crashing back in -- their bodies ripped by a hail of bullets. The good pastor knew it was the end. With a calm that comes from confidence he led his congregation in a hymn whose words served as a fitting farewell to earth and a loving salutation to heaven. The first few words were all the prompting the terrified worshipers needed. With smoke burning their eyes they instantly joined as one to sing their hope and leave their legacy. Their song became a serenade to the horrified and helpless witnesses outside. Their words also tugged at the hearts of the cruel men who oversaw this flaming execution of the innocent.

Alas! and did my Savior bleed?
and did my Sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred head
for such a worm as I?

Just before the roof collapsed they sang the last verse their words an eternal testimony to their faith.

But drops of grief can ne'er repay
the debt of love I owe:
Here Lord I give myself away
'Tis all that I can do!

At the cross at the cross
Where I first saw the light
And the burden of my heart rolled away --
It was there by faith I received my sight
And now I am happy all the day.

The strains of music and wails of children were lost in a roar of flames. The elements that once formed bone and flesh mixed with the smoke and dissipated into the air. The bodies that once housed life fused with the charred rubble of a building that once housed a church. But the souls who left singing finished their chorus in the throne room of God. Clearing the incinerated remains was the easy part. Erasing the hate would take decades. For some of the relatives of the victims this carnage was too much. Evil had stooped to a new low and there seemed to be no way to curb their bitter loathing of the Japanese.

In the decades that followed that bitterness was passed on to a new generation. The Japanese although conquered remained a hated enemy. The monument the Koreans built at the location of the fire not only memorialized the people who died but stood as a mute reminder of their pain.

Inner rest? How could rest coexist with a bitterness deep as marrow in the bones? Suffering of course is a part of life. People hurt people. Almost all of us have experienced it at some time. Maybe you felt it when you came home to find that your spouse had abandoned you or when your integrity was destroyed by a series of well-timed lies or when your company was bled dry by a partner. It kills you inside. Bitterness clamps down on your soul like iron shackles.

The Korean people who found it too hard to forgive could not enjoy the "peace that passes all understanding." Hatred choked their joy.

It wasn't until 1972 that any hope came. A group of Japanese pastors traveling through Korea came upon the memorial. When they read the details of the tragedy and the names of the spiritual brothers and sisters who had perished they were overcome with shame. Their country had sinned and even though none of them were personally involved (some were not even born at the time of the tragedy) they still felt a national guilt that could not be excused.

They returned to Japan committed to right a wrong. There was an immediate outpouring of love from their fellow believers. They raised ten million yen ($25 000). The money was transferred through proper channels and a beautiful white church building was erected on the sight of the tragedy. When the dedication service for the new building was held a delegation from Japan joined the relatives and special guests. Although their generosity was acknowledged and their attempts at making peace appreciated the memories were still there. Hatred preserves pain. It keeps the wounds open and the hurts fresh. The Koreans' bitterness had festered for decades. Christian brothers or not these Japanese were descendants of a ruthless enemy.

The speeches were made the details of the tragedy recalled and the names of the dead honored. It was time to bring the service to a close. Someone in charge of the agenda thought it would be appropriate to conclude with the same two songs that were sung the day the church was burned. The song leader began the words to "Nearer My God to Thee." But something remarkable happened as the voices mingled on the familiar melody. As the memories of the past mixed with the truth of the song resistance started to melt. The inspiration that gave hope to a doomed collection of churchgoers in a past generation gave hope once more. The song leader closed the service with the hymn "At the Cross."

The normally stoic Japanese could not contain themselves. The tears that began to fill their eyes during the song suddenly gushed from deep inside. They turned to their Korean spiritual relatives and begged them to forgive. The guarded calloused hearts of the Koreans were not quick to surrender. But the love of the Japanese believers -- unintimidated by decades of hatred -- tore at the Koreans' emotions.

At the cross at the cross
Where I first saw the light
And the burden of my heart rolled away ...

One Korean turned toward a Japanese brother. Then another. And then the floodgates holding back a wave of emotion let go. The Koreans met their new Japanese friends in the middle. They clung to each other and wept. Japanese tears of repentance and Korean tears of forgiveness intermingled to bathe the site of an old nightmare.

Heaven had sent the gift of reconciliation to a little white church in Korea.

Tim Kimmel Little House on the Freeway   pp. 56-61.


When we are wronged in some way our natural inclination is to fight back to get even. Needless to say this reaction though thoroughly human is almost always in error. "Forgiveness " said Epictetus "is better than revenge for forgiveness is the sign of a gentle nature but revenge is the sign of a savage nature."

A dramatic example is the experience of a Hungarian refugee -- to protect his privacy we'll call him Joseph Kudar. Kudar was a successful young lawyer in Hungary before the uprisings in that country in 1956. A strong believer in freedom for his country he fought Soviet tanks in the streets of Budapest with his friends. When the uprising failed he was forced to flee the country.

When Kudar arrived in the U.S. he had no money no job no friends. He was however well educated; he spoke and wrote several languages including English. For several months he tried to get a job in a law office but because of his lack of familiarity with American law he received only polite refusals.

Finally it occurred to him that with his knowledge of language he might be able to get a job with an import-export company. He selected one such company and wrote a letter to the owner. Two weeks later he received an answer but was hardly prepared for the vindictiveness of the man's reply. Among other things it said that even if they did need someone they wouldn't hire him because he couldn't even write good English. Crushed Kudar's hurt quickly turned to anger. What right did this rude arrogant man have to tell him he couldn't write the language! The man was obviously crude and uneducated -- his letter was chock-full of grammatical errors!

Kudar sat down and in the white heat of anger wrote a scathing reply calculated to rip the man to shreds. When he'd finished however as he was reading it over his anger began to drain away. Then he remembered the biblical admonition "A soft answer turneth away wrath." No he wouldn't mail the letter. Maybe the man was right. English was not his native tongue. Maybe he did need further study in it. Possibly this man had done him a favor by making him realize he did need to work harder on perfecting his English.

Kudar tore up the letter and wrote another. This time he apologized for the previous letter explained his situation and thanked the man for pointing out his need for further study. Two days later he received a phone call inviting him to New York for an interview. A week later he went to work for them as a correspondent. Later Joseph Kudar became vice president and executive officer of the company destined to succeed the man he had hated and sought revenge against for a fleeting moment -- and then resisted.

Bits & Pieces March 31 1994 pp. 12-15.


The hospital was unusually quiet that bleak January evening quiet and still like the air before a storm. I stood in the nurses' station on the 7th floor and glanced at the clock. It was 9 p.m. I threw a stethoscope around my neck and headed for room 712 last room on the hall. Room 712 had a new patient. Mr. Williams. A man all alone. A man strangely silent about his family.

As I entered the room Mr. Williams looked up eagerly but dropped his eyes when he saw it was only me his nurse. I pressed the stethoscope over his chest and listened. Strong slow even beating. Just what I wanted to hear. There seemed little indication he had suffered a slight heart attack a few hours earlier.

He looked up from his starched white bed. "Nurse would you--" He hesitated tears filling his eyes. Once before he had started to ask me a question but had changed his mind. I touched his hand waiting. He brushed away a tear. "Would you call my daughter? Tell her I've had a heart attack. A slight one. You see I live alone and she is the only family I have." His respiration suddenly speeded up. I turned his nasal oxygen up to eight liters a minute. "Of course I'll call her." I said studying his face. He gripped the sheets and pulled himself forward his face tense with urgency. "Will you call her right away--as soon as you can?" He was breathing fast--too fast. "I'll call her the very first thing " I said patting his shoulder. I flipped off the light. He closed his eyes such young blue eyes in his 50-year-old face. Room 712 was dark except for a faint night light under the sink. Oxygen gurgled in the green tubes above his bed. Reluctant to leave I moved through the shadowy silence to the window. The panes were cold. Below a foggy mist curled through the hospital parking lot. "Nurse " he called "could you get me a pencil and paper?" I dug a scrap of yellow paper and a pen from my pocket and set it on the bedside table.

I walked back to the nurses' station and sat in a squeaky swivel chair by the phone. Mr. Williams daughter was listed on his chart as the next of kin. I got her number from information and dialed. Her soft voice answered. "Janie this is Sue Kidd a registered nurse at the hospital. I'm calling about your father. He was admitted tonight with a slight heart attack and--" "No!" she screamed into the phone startling me. "He's not dying is he?" "His condition is stable at the moment " I said trying hard to sound convincing. Silence. I bit my lip. "You must not let him die!" she said. Her voice was so utterly compelling that my hand trembled on the phone. "He is getting the very best care." "But you don't understand " she pleaded. "My daddy and I haven't spoken in almost a year. We had a terrible argument on my 21st birthday over my boyfriend. I ran out of the house. I--I haven't been back. All these months I've wanted to go to him for forgiveness. The last thing I said to him was 'I hate you.'"

Her voice cracked and I heard her heave great agonizing sobs. I sat listening tears burning my eyes. A father and a daughter so lost to each other. Then I was thinking of my father many miles away. It has been so long since I had said "I love you."

As Janie struggled to control her tears I breathed a prayer. "Please God let this daughter find forgiveness." "I'm coming. Now! I'll be there in 30 minutes " she said. Click. She had hung up. I tried to busy myself with a stack of charts on the desk. I couldn't concentrate. Room 712. I knew I had to get back to 712. I hurried down the hall nearly in a run. I opened the door.

Mr. Williams lay unmoving. I reached for his pulse. There was none.

"Code 99. Room 712. Code 99. Stat." The alert was shooting through the hospital within seconds after I called the switchboard through the intercom by the bed. Mr. Williams had had a cardiac arrest. With lightning speed I leveled the bed and bent over his mouth breathing air into his lungs. I positioned my hands over his chest and compressed. One two three. I tried to count. At 15 I moved back to his mouth and breathed as deeply as I could. Where was help? Again I compressed and breathed. Compressed and breathed. He could not die! "O God " I prayed. "His daughter is coming. Don't let it end this way." The door burst open. Doctors and nurses poured into the room pushing emergency equipment. A doctor took over the manual compression of the heart. A tube was inserted through his mouth as an airway. Nurses plunged syringes of medicine into the intravenous tubing. I connected the heart monitor. Nothing. Not a beat. My own heart pounded. "God don't let it end like this. Not in bitterness and hatred. His daughter is coming. Let her find peace." "Stand back " cried a doctor. I handed him the paddles for the electrical shock to the heart. He placed them on Mr.William's chest. Over and over we tried. But nothing. No response. Mr. Williams was dead. A nurse unplugged the oxygen. The gurgling stopped. One by one they left grim and silent. How could this happen? How? I stood by his bed stunned. A cold wind rattled the window pelting the panes with snow. Outside--everywhere--seemed a bed of blackness cold and dark. How could I face his daughter? When I left the room I saw her against the wall by a water fountain. A doctor who had been inside 712 only moments before stood at her side talking to her gripping her elbow. Then he moved on leaving her slumped against the wall. Such pathetic hurt reflected from her face. Such wounded eyes. She knew. The doctor had told her that her father was gone.

I took her hand and led her into the nurses' lounge. We sat on little green stools neither saying a word. She stared straight ahead at a pharmaceutical calendar glass-faced almost breakable-looking. "Janie I'm so sorry " I said. It was pitifully inadequate. "I never hated him you know. I loved him " she said. God please help her I thought.

Suddenly she whirled toward me. "I want to see him." My first thought was Why put yourself through more pain? Seeing him will only make it worse. But I got up and wrapped my arm around her. We walked slowly down the corridor to 712. Outside the door I squeezed her hand wishing she would change her mind about going inside. She pushed open the door. We moved to the bed huddled together taking small steps in unison. Janie leaned over the bed and buried her face in the sheets. I tried not to look at her at this sad sad good-bye. I backed against the bedside table. My hand fell upon a scrap of yellow paper. I picked it up. It read:

My dearest Janie I forgive you. I pray you will also forgive me. I know that you love me. I love you too. Daddy

The note was shaking in my hands as I thrust it toward Janie. She read it once. Then twice. Her tormented face grew radiant. Peace began to glisten in her eyes. She hugged the scrap of paper to her breast. "Thank You God " I whispered looking up at the window. A few crystal stars blinked through the blackness. A snowflake hit the window and melted away gone forever. Life seemed as fragile as a snowflake on the window. But thank You God that relationships sometimes fragile as snowflakes can be mended together again--but there is not a moment to spare.

I crept from the room and hurried to the phone. I would call my father. I would say "I love you."

Guideposts Magazine 1979.


Commentary

Forgiveness is hard. Especially in a marriage tense with past troubles tormented by fears of rejection and humiliation and torn by suspicion and distrust. Forgiveness hurts. Especially when it must be extended to a husband or wife who doesn't deserve it who hasn't earned it who may misuse it. It hurts to forgive. Forgiveness costs. Especially in marriage when it means accepting instead of demanding repayment for the wrong done; where it means releasing the other instead of exacting revenge; where it means reaching out in love instead of relinquishing resentments. It costs to forgive...Stated psychologically forgiveness takes place when the person who was offended and justly angered by the offender bears his own anger and lets the other go free. Anger cannot be ignored denied or forgotten without doing treachery in hidden ways. It must be dealt with responsibly honestly in a decisive act of the will. Either the injured and justifiably angry person vents his feelings on the other in retaliation (That is an attempt at achieving justice as accuser judge and hangman all in one) or the injured person may choose to accept his angry feelings bear the burden of them personally find release through confession and prayer and set the other person free. This is forgiveness.

David Augsburger Cherishable: Love and Marriage pp. 141-144.


There is one eternal principal which will be valid as long as the world lasts. The principle is -- Forgiveness is a costly thing. Human forgiveness is costly. A son or a daughter may go wrong; a father or a mother may forgive; but that forgiveness has brought tears ... There was a price of a broken heart to pay. Divine forgiveness is costly. God is love but God is holiness. God least of all can break the great moral laws on which the universe is built. Sin must have its punishment or the very structure of life disintegrates. And God alone can pay the terrible price that is necessary before men can be forgiven. Forgiveness is never a case of saying: "It's all right; it doesn't matter." Forgiveness is the most costly thing in the world.

William Barclay in The Letter to Hebrews.


We trample the blood of the Son of God if we think we are forgiven because we are sorry for our sins. The only explanation for the forgiveness of God and for the unfathomable depth of His forgetting is the death of Jesus Christ. Our repentance is merely the outcome of our personal realization of the atonement which He has worked out for us. It does not matter who or what we are; there is absolute reinstatement into God by the death of Jesus Christ and by no other way not because Jesus Christ pleads but because He died. It is not earned but accepted. All the pleading which deliberately refuses to recognize the Cross is of no avail; it is battering at a door other than the one that Jesus has opened. Our Lord does not pretend we are all right when we are all wrong. The atonement is a propitiation whereby God through the death of Jesus makes an unholy man holy.

Oswald Chambers.


Miscellaneous

If our greatest need had been information God would have sent us an educator; If our greatest need had been technology God would have sent us a scientist; If our greatest need had been money God would have sent us an economist; If our greatest need had been pleasure God would have sent us an entertainer; But our greatest need was forgiveness so God sent us a Savior.

Unknown.


Prayer

To forgive like thee blessed Son of God! I take this as the law of my life. Thou who hast given the command givest also the power. Thou who hadst love enough to forgive me wilt also fill me with love and teach me to forgive others. Thou who dist give me the first blessings in the joy of having my sins forgiven wilt surly give me the second blessing and deeper joy of forgiving others as thou hast forgiven me. Oh fill me with the faith in the power of thy love in me to make me like Thyself to enable me to forgive the seventy times seven and so to love and bless all around me.

O My Jesus Thy example is my law: I must be like Thee. And Thy example is Mt gospel too. I can be as thou art. Thou art at once my law and my life. What Thou demandest of me by Thy example Thou workest in me by Thy life. I shall forgive like Thee.

Lord only lead me deeper into my dependence on Thee into all sufficiency of Thy grace and the blessed keeping which comes from Thy indwelling. Then shall I believe and prove the all-prevailing power of love. I shall forgive even as Christ has forgiven me. Amen.

Andrew Murray.


O Lord remember not only the men and woman of good will but also those of ill will. But do not remember all of the suffering they have inflicted upon us: Instead remember the fruits we have borne because of this suffering our fellowship our loyalty to one another our humility our courage our generosity the greatness of heart that has grown from this trouble. When our persecutors come to be judged by you let all of these fruits that we have borne be their forgiveness. 

Found in the clothing of a dead child at Ravensbruck consentration camp.


Poetry

Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I have won
Others to sin? and made my sin their door?
Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I did shun
A year or two but wallowed in a score?
When Thou hast done Thou hast not done
For I have more.

I have a sin of fear that when I have spun
My last thread I shall perish on the shore;
Swear by Thy self that at my death Thy Son
Shall shine as he shines now and heretofore;
And having done that Thou hast done
I fear no more.

John Donne 1623.


Humor

A Sunday School teacher had just concluded her lesson and wanted to make sure she had made her point. She said "Can anyone tell me what you must do before you can obtain forgiveness of sin?" There was a short pause and then from the back of the room a small boy spoke up. "Sin " he said.

Bits & Pieces May 1991.

 

FORGIVE AND FORGET

Clara Barton founder of the American Red Cross was reminded one day of a vicious deed that someone had done to her years before. But she acted as if she had never even heard of the incident. "Don't you remember it?" her friend asked. "No " came Barton's reply "I distinctly remember forgetting it."

Luis Palau Experiencing God's Forgiveness Multnomah Press 1985.


General Oglethorpe once said to John Wesley "I never forgive and I never forget." To which Wesley replied "Then Sir I hope you never sin."

Unknown.