Recently someone asked me for my definition of forgiveness.
It caught me off guard.
She had been sharing details of a very painful situation with someone who is clearly intent on making her life difficult “just because”.
I had to think about it.
After a few seconds I told her that at its most basic level, I thought forgiveness was completely releasing another from the debt of making things right, making amends or changing in their intentions or behavior toward me.
And then I realized it was precisely what I thought even though I’d never framed it exactly like that before.
I’ve sat with my words for a several days now and I have a few more thoughts.
My definition may lack precision in terms of theology but it is absolutely congruent with lived experience.
It bridges the gap I (and many others) feel between what feels like real forgiveness (releasing the debt) and also still not trusting a particular individual enough to allow them in my life.
I can’t imagine a single soul walking in this world for very long without having at least someone wound them deeply. And it’s no good just trying to ignore the pain or paper it over or distract yourself from it. I eventually find it gnaws a hole in my heart.
When that happens, it’s necessary (for my own mental, emotional and spiritual health) to face it and deal with it.
That’s when the choice to forgive can release the energy that will otherwise be expressed in bitterness or anger or sarcasm or avoidance or unfulfilling and often harmful choices.
If I forgive-release another from the debt of making things right or making amends or changing in their intentions or behavior toward me-then I am no longer held hostage to what they do or don’t do, say or don’t say.
It is real and freeing.
Doing that, I can more accurately evaluate whether the individual is a safe one whom I can allow back into my life:
- Is their behavior consistent?
- Are their intentions good and loving or hurtful and mean?
- Can I trust them?
You do not have to allow them back in if they are not worthy of that privilege.
So, so many bereaved parents have been wounded in so, so many ways.
Sometimes by those they love. Sometimes by strangers who contributed to the death of their child. Sometimes by others who have made it difficult or impossible to do the work grief requires.
Those that inflict the wounds may be repentant or they may not.
That’s outside our control.
But we all have the opportunity to make the choice to release the debt and free ourselves of the ongoing burden of caring whether they are sorry or not.
And that is work well done.
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