A Victim of My Own Pain

This began as a social media post before it became a blog post, but not before it became the cry of my heart.

Offense is the bait…pride is the trap…and my inability to forgive is the lethal injection that brings death to a relationship, a family, or a ministry.

Your sin against me is not what kills; it is my unwillingness to extend to you the mercy that was shown to me.  Love covers a multitude of sins,” say the scriptures. However, offense uncovers, rehearses, and broadcasts the sin. Love heals while offense kills and both the offender and the offended are the inevitable victims – and not they only, but the rot of our offense defiles many more.

Many of us know another person who is broken, jaded, unhealthy, unwell. He is self-destructing  because at some point someone has wronged him and he has spent his life bitter, angry, jaded, waiting for an apology that never comes, and it broke him. Here is a hard truth: My failure to forgive does not harm the person who has offended me. No, but it does hurt me, it eats at me, it makes me bitter, it hurts those around me who love me and have done nothing to me. It ruins my relationships with others, it impacts me physically, psychologically, emotionally it is a wound inflicted in the past that impacts my life in the present.

Good friends and great ministries are swallowed up and lost in the wake of unresolved offense and the sweet meaning of the words “Jesus Paid It All,”  is lost to the soul that demands satisfaction for hurts…real or perceived.

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