This seems to be an impossible task! I have developed a bad habit of replaying hurtful events over and over. This habit keeps pain, regret, and anger locked in a special part of the heart and mind. This can lead to hatred. I’ve seen the effects of this bad habit on people who have been effected by sensitive historical and current events that have resulted in genocide, war, racism, classism, and more. Keeping records of wrongs creates a barrier around the heart that love cannot penetrate, preventing the healing process to begin. Forgiving and forgetting wrongs does’t mean we should remain ignorant and vulnerable to harmful situations. It means we have liberated our minds to heal and learn from our experiences, with the ability to move forward with a healthy mind. Forgiveness also releases the burden of guilt from the abuser. Forgive all wrongs. Forget the pain. Live in peace. Keep no record of wrongs!
Enjoy this extraordinary poem by Cindy Dike. Cindy is apart of the Christ-a-Poet Team.
What use it is;
When darkness grips the arms of day
When faith waxes stronger yet hope’s grown old and grey
Of what use it is
If tongues speaking and prophecies becomes partners and mate
Still the heart blazes hate
In an effort to make mind reason
I bring to you the story of Stephen
In that hour of solitude
Their eyes glaring in rage;
He watched them approach
Yet his heart beat no reproach
Thoughts scampering in their drunken minds
Stones in hand, they ran blind
Tearing themselves away
To unwind their jealousy and rage
So they threw at him; the stones that came tumbling
And heaven began rumbling
Through the ripping pains, he spat no judgments.
Looking past their wrongs,
Mercy was what the lyrics of his last cries rung
“Lord, take no charge of their sins”
We choose to run after thrones
Carving our names on stones
Yet we wonder how we lost our humanity
Our centred-selves lost in the throes of anguish
You see, we are hurt
Not only have we lost our sights
But a tooth for a tooth makes our mouths bleeds.
So of what use is the smiles
When the heart is like a bad coconut
Whose shell covers its stinking rot?
It’s no wonder the thread of hurt weaves an unstable emotion
I shiver at the anger that blindfolds our vision
But not only have we lost our sights
A tooth for a tooth now makes our mouth bleeds
You are hurt, yes!
So your mind once in chains
Break its bond to rage
Hands on the trigger, missiles on tour
An arsenal wrapped in actions and words
To one end, shattering another’s world.
Under the sun evil we have seen
But it wouldn’t have been so;
If only we understood that love covers a multitude of sins
Give your body to be burnt, it profits nothing
When you keep those records of wrongs within
It’s no fairy tale that love never fails
It heals all sears because all things it bears
Leaving no room for tears parading not itself
But lays down its life for a friend
So, it was not glory that hung Christ on the tree
It was love, the basis why we are free
Love is what makes heaven saturated in harmony
Filling its atmosphere with a sweet symphony
Love is not blind
Seeing all but does not mind
Thinks of not rocking the coat
But the desires enlarging our masters coast
Seeing through the eyes of faith
Overlooks weakness but exalts strengths
Enjoy this video on the reconciliation of the people of Rwanda.