My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Forgiving Ingratitude
Had we written the story of the ten lepers, we might have added that the nine had their leprosy restored for their ingratitude. But that is not how it was. It's not how God is. He deals with us from love, overlooking ingratitude, our lack of respect, our lack of response. He is made no more by our reply, and is no less in its absence. If this is how God acts with us, maybe we could act the same with one another. If he has no need of condemnation, maybe we can do without it as well.
Labels:
forgiveness,
God,
gratitude,
scripture
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