wrote this last week...
Sitting in my old flat in Mumbai. And I just finished listening to a sermon. I just set down the project I’m crocheting. Listening to one of my new favorite songs for this season (“New Wine” by Strahan).
And I am struck by the beauty, by the privilege, by the calling that we have to be “forward people.” We get (if we want) to be people who look ahead, and not behind. We have the privilege and mandate to be forgiving, forgiven people. To walk with open hands, having let go of the ways we have been hurt, or taken advantage of, to walk without holding onto the pain or mistakes of the past, to gently pick up and cast to the side the burden that our brother or sister can’t seem to loose himself/herself of, to speak those words of freedom to another. You are forgiven. I am forgiven. We are forgiven people. We get to be forward people.
Of course we must choose this. we can just as easily (perhaps more easily) choose to be bound, burdened, carrying around the wounds, disappointments, regrets, and anger of the choices we have made, and the choices those we love make…dragging the list…the long list around behind us.
We are people who get to choose…
Forgetting what is behind, and straining toward what is ahead, I press on.
Struck (again) by the simplicity and power of this truth today.
Sitting in my old flat in Mumbai. And I just finished listening to a sermon. I just set down the project I’m crocheting. Listening to one of my new favorite songs for this season (“New Wine” by Strahan).
And I am struck by the beauty, by the privilege, by the calling that we have to be “forward people.” We get (if we want) to be people who look ahead, and not behind. We have the privilege and mandate to be forgiving, forgiven people. To walk with open hands, having let go of the ways we have been hurt, or taken advantage of, to walk without holding onto the pain or mistakes of the past, to gently pick up and cast to the side the burden that our brother or sister can’t seem to loose himself/herself of, to speak those words of freedom to another. You are forgiven. I am forgiven. We are forgiven people. We get to be forward people.
Of course we must choose this. we can just as easily (perhaps more easily) choose to be bound, burdened, carrying around the wounds, disappointments, regrets, and anger of the choices we have made, and the choices those we love make…dragging the list…the long list around behind us.
We are people who get to choose…
Forgetting what is behind, and straining toward what is ahead, I press on.
Struck (again) by the simplicity and power of this truth today.
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