Discovering that one is allergic to evil, isn’t a bad thing.  I think of my soul as a wispy paper goblet that can’t hold the boiling acid of hatred, and un-forgiveness.  Trying to hold on causes my vessel to break in a shatter splatter of hard words, and physical sickness.  I have learned that God is holding his hand out, waiting to take it away.  I don’t know why I have tried so hard to hang onto filth and decay.   Though the coaching of my wife, and my realization that I need help, I have surrendered all of my grievances with people.  To give freely a clean slate, I believe shows Christianity.  Just as a good writer shows a reader a story, so then a christian should show forgiveness without ever having to say the word.  Forgiveness is like the morning sun chasing away the lingering cold of night.  It’s warm rays crawl orange

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