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By Ox Drover
For my whole life I felt that I could never measure up because I was expected to “pretend it never happened” in order to meet my mother’s definition of the word “forgive.” I was expected to trust the person who had hurt me in the past, and who I knew would hurt me again in the future. I was told by religious leaders, whom I trusted, that if I did not “pretend it didn’t happen” and “truly forgive,” I was bound for an eternal residence in hellfire and brimstone.
Many of us who are Christians know the various Bible passages that say, in essence, we must “forgive those who trespass against us” if we expect God to forgive us of our own wrongdoing. Jesus, as our ultimate example, from the cross said, “Father forgive them”¦”
How can we mortal human beings possibly expect to be able to truly forgive those people who have so deliberately ripped our lives apart?
After the “Summer of Chaos,” as I have come to call my last run in with the psychopaths, I was so devastated, so angry, so bitter, so filled with wrath that I could only focus on the many details of the many crimes and arrows that had been slung at me so very unfairly by so many members of my family. I was filled from top to bottom with bitterness and anger.
I am fortunate that I have several well-educated ministers in my acquaintance that I could call upon for advice, as well as reading the Bible for myself. After talking to these men at great length, I finally came to the question, does “forgiveness” really mean “pretending it didn’t happen, and restoring trust to these people?”
Does “love your enemies” really mean that I have to have a “gushy” feeling for these people who have harmed me so easily and with so much glee?
After much reading of the scriptures and talking with the various ministers (of several denominations) I came to a new definition of the word “forgiveness” that I think is more rational and makes more sense than my mother’s definition of “let’s just pretend none of this ever happened.” (She actually said this aloud.)
The new definitions of love and forgiveness are these.
Forgiveness does not mean “pretend it never happened.” Forgiveness means to get the bitterness and wrath out of your heart toward those that have wronged you. For example, when Joseph was sold into slavery by his brothers, I am sure that he was very justifiably angry with these brothers for doing this to him. They demoted him from the status of “favored son” to the status of an animal that was bought and sold.
The Bible tells us, though, that Joseph got the bitterness out of his heart toward his brothers during the many years he was in Egypt. But when his brothers miraculously appeared before him, not, of course, recognizing that their brother was now second only to the Pharaoh, Joseph did not immediately identify himself to his brothers, “Hey, guys, it’s me, the brother you sold off as a slave!”
But Joseph did test his brothers to see what kind of men they had become in those same years. Were they the same uncaring, jealous men that they had been when they had cast him into the pit, and grieved their aged father with a tale about him being torn apart by some wild animal, taking his blood-stained cloak back to his father as proof of his death, not caring that they were bringing grief upon their father’s head with the tale of his death? Or had they learned anything? Had they changed?
Joseph had forgiven his brothers, but he still didn’t trust them until after they had passed his tests to see what kind of men they were.
Putting all this together then gave me a new definition of “forgiveness,” and it was simply the removing of the smoldering anger, the thirst for revenge, the gnawing hate for them. I was not required by God or good sense to trust these same people, or to “pretend they had not done what they did.” Forgiveness was an act, not a feeling.
Looking at “love your enemies” in the same way, I saw that “love” meant to do good to those that persecute you rather than take advantage to hurt them if you can. The story of the future King David fleeing from the jealous and murderous King Saul illustrates that David “loved” King Saul even though Saul was seeking to find and kill David. Twice David had a chance to kill Saul when Saul didn’t even know he was there, and both times, David did not kill Saul, but let him move on his way. Loving our enemies simply means that we must not try to seek revenge against them, even if we can, we must do what is right, even if we have a chance to do what is wrong, no matter how they have wronged us.
I came away from that summer of spiritual questioning with a new awareness of the concepts of the Bible’s teachings, which even if a person is not a believer in the Bible’s divine inspiration, still are psychologically sound.
Harboring, nurturing, and feeding anger, wrath, thoughts of revenge, may chemically light up the pleasure centers of our evolutionary brain, but in the long term, these strong and negative emotions prevent our healing. Short-term, anger is a very natural and normal part of the process we go through when we are injured. Long-term, like any other intense reactive emotion, anger/bitterness becomes a stressor in and of itself, keeping us from thinking rationally and reasonably, and focused only on the injury.
Sure, we were injured and we will never forget that injury (injuries) or the person who did them to us, but we will learn from that experience with the psychopath, learn how to prevent another “P-experience” and live a better life because of our knowledge. But trust them, ever again? Not on your life! Getting the bitterness out of our hearts, focusing on ourselves and our own healing, instead of on the hateful bitter vengeful feelings toward them, turns us in a positive direction, so that we can come to peace with the past,
What do I get out of “forgiving” those that have hurt me so much when they get off “scot-free?”
Well, first of all, I don’t get upset every time I think about them, or look at something that reminds me of them.
Secondly, I am not mad all the time. I can focus on other things besides the hurts that have been inflicted on me. In order to keep my anger up, I would have to focus a great deal of energy on thinking about the past injuries, pulling the scabs off the wounds so that they would continue to bleed. So I save a lot of energy in fueling this old anger that I can now focus on other more positive things.
Thirdly, my spirituality and my spiritual health are not impeded by this mass of anger and negative feelings. My stress level can now drop because these old injuries start to heal and the pain is lessened because of the healing. I am now more in tune with myself and my own needs, since I am no longer focusing all my energy on the injuries.
Fourthly, now that I am no longer angry all the time, I am not so prone to see insult and injury where none is intended. I have more patience with those I love and that love me. I have more patience with myself, and don’t turn this negative energy toward myself at times. I can set reasonable boundaries instead of letting things seethe and then blowing up about some minor problem that in the light of a non-angry mind isn’t worth worrying about. It lets me put things in a reasonable perspective.
Forgiving our enemies isn’t about them, it is all about US. Forgiving them allows us to heal from the wounds they inflicted. Hating and not forgiving them just allows them to go on re-injuring us forever.
Dear EB, Well made my trip to town to see the doctor and put money in the bank, and darned I lost my purse in the doc’s office. Only was in the lab, the exam room and the waiting room (small) Keys tied to purse so I can’t lose them, cell phone in purse so I can’ t lose it either—can’t get in car in case TINY purse which had several hundred bucks and all my cards and id info in it, so called cop shop and they broke into my car, NO purse.
BY NOW panicking big time, researched all rooms, then one of the gals found it behind the trash can in the lab, it had fallen off! WHEW!@.......!!! But in the meantime, Have a friend coming to rescue me!
Went home without getting the air card changed, just glad to be HOME AND SAFE! Boy, I sure don’t handle these STRESSFUL events like I useta, glad you had a good stress and a few bucks. At least I didn’t lose any. I used to carry these huge purses, now I carry a wallet sized one with a long thin strap I usually keep over my shoulder, so I don’t lose it and my keys tied to the purse. Can’t leave home without it!
Thought I couldn’t lose it either! LOL ROTFLMAO
Uh OXY…..that’s taking the CRS to new heights!
Dang girl…..
Cops and all……
(BOINK…>SKILLET UPSIDE THE HEAD!!!!)
the ‘purse’ you carry sounds just like the one spath used to carry…. long string and a velcro enclosure about the size of a paperback book. or smaller….and if it’s any consolation……HE LOST HIS ALL THE TIME TOO! 🙂
Go back to the large suitcase or one of those backpack purses….you’ll never lose it then.
I’m glad you made it home, safe and with all posessions…..sounds like a horrific day of worry.
Nighty night…….
EB – it’s going to make ME smile for days.
had another interview for a job i don’t want but will take if they offer it, and another interview tomorrow for a job i would much rather have. it is a short contract (until next spring) but it pays exceedingly well and is in a sector that is expanding. both are very public positions which means name on the internet again. sigh. can’t live under the specter of the pig spath though.
have been doing some writing for a start up – but it’s mostly on contingency. they had VOLUMES of material written – some of it is so convoluted i actually have to get up and walk away from it for a minute ’cause it makes my head spin. there are these long run-on sentences, which seem to change direction mid way through, with a couple of randomly placed irrelevant words thrown in. amazing. big challenge for my brain.
rainig for days – moldy as hell. the basement of the building came up damp yesterday. am coughing away. I went downstairs (with respirator on) and took my big fan down – opened the doors and let ‘er rip. took some anti fungal stuff i have down there also. the ani fungal stuff has about 10% tea tree in it, so it smells really strong. i can smell it in my apt., so i know that mold is wafting up here, too. dreaming of the south west about now.
lots of pain, lots of hate, lots of fear. got my tax return for the last 2 years. last month was harrowing, this month i can exhale (and cough ;)) I didn’t think i could make a payment this month (before the tax return showed up) so i went to the bank to talk to them. not much they could do for me, but i left with the rep’s card and sent HER my resume. my old networking chops are coming back.
i am going to take a couple of days off, and if one of these jobs doesn’t break through for me, I am going to make myself a large sign and go stand on the road with it, until someone offers me a job. not kidding. need a bigger umbrella though.
best
one step
My question to Joyce Alexander and the author of the article above: It is easier to move on when it is an ex-spouse than your own son. Memories, photos, gifts line my home everywhere. He was my only child. How do you cut out 32 years of your life that involved your child? At least if it is an ex-spouse you rid yourself of those things but he is my flesh and blood and I will always love him.(by the way, I have not seen him in three years.)If it was not my love and commitment to the Lord Jesus, I don’t know what I would have done.
An amazing article,hit home to me tonight……
Forgiving our enemies isn’t about them, it is all about US. Forgiving them allows us to heal from the wounds they inflicted. Hating and not forgiving them just allows them to go on re-injuring us forever.
its not so easy to forgive………and yes your right as long as i dont forgive…she continues to re-injure me over and over again.
hearthbroken mom……..i feel deeply your sadness…….i can only imagine your loss and pain…..i hope you find the answers you seek.and i pray god will continue to be your strength.
Ok. My problem is with the Ten Commandments. One of my favorite comedians, George Carlin (now deceased), wondered why the Commandments did not include “Honor Thy Children”. If parents honored their children, respected their individuality and right to be what they were meant to be, it seems to me that the children would grow into respectful beings who willingly, without even thinking about it, honor their parents…and everyone else. Fine, honor your parents…but G.C. commented, “How many parents deserve the honor?”
And Mother’s Day (and Father’s Day) are fine, especially if your parents honored you. But what about Children’s Day? Why is there not such a holiday?
And let’s be honest … it is all about business. Hallmark, florists, CVS/Wal-Mart, etc. all thrive off of a day that should only require a phone call, visit, etc. It just makes me sick.
Babs – certainly a legitimate question
Absolutely! Some parents are not good people. My sisters and I had to make them happy all of the time. Very narcissistic, abusive and negligent people. As the oldest, I was the mother while my parents played.
I like fables, but I prefer the ones with more reality and the right thing happens at the end. Something like “The Ant and the Grasshopper!”
Children’s Day…what a great idea.
I know! I am glad to see your post Babs. Honestly, every day should be Children’s Day. The adults are supposed to take care of them.
All children should receive flowers and a card on Children’s Day and be taken out for dinner!!
Sometimes I like to pretend that I’m a meatball. It puts me in the position of the psycopath himself. I pretend that I am a tasty delicious, juicy meatball. I think to myself. If my psycopath boyfriend was a meatball, would he have treated me better.. It’s one of those questions that has been left unanswered in my mind. I don’t even know what type of meatball I am anymore.