But if you do not forgive others their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins. (Matthew 6:15 NIV)
For me, it is a humbling thought to think that someone else often decides my fate. In interviews, I try to answer questions, sell the best version of myself, and make a good impression. However, the ultimate decision of my fate, is in the hands of someone, other than me. A marriage proposal is a question, and the fate of that decision is not mine. When I drive on the road, I watch the gray path twist, bend, rise and fall. The scars made of tar, white and yellow lines hold perhaps rules, perhaps suggestions. A flowered memorial is shackled by weeds and blows in the wind. It would seem fate took a life. Mind mind considers the blank stage of the road. Have all drivers had a good nights sleep? Are they sober? Is there vehicle properly serviced? When the play starts will fate turn its hungry eye upon me. Will my existence be reduced to a tilted white cross? Fate has written the scripts. Other people are in action, and deliver the lines. I am at their mercy.
I like what I am seeing in the book of Matthew. I think I may get to write the format of my level of forgiveness. I have control! I imagine a finger gilded holding a pen made of lightning. Glowing letters spill onto a leathery page. The book is held aloft by a pedestal made of clouds. The script will be my ally or my enemy.
Wrong, evil, sin, whatever word one chooses, is often an destructive act committed against someone else. If I steal, someone loses money or possession. If I lie, someone is mislead, or fooled. If I kill, someone loses their life. I become the fate that acts upon them. That is a mighty decision. I am striving to be other people minded. In all things if I decide in favor of others and act in their best interests I think the world will get better. I don’t have any control about how I am treated, but I do love the notion that I have complete control of how I act toward others.
The thread of eternal life is gently woven by the fabric of forgiveness.
Copyright © 2016 Zachary W Gilbert