“We are forgiven unconditionally and that means we can forgive others too unconditionally. Ephesians 4:32 says that we should forgive others just as God in Christ forgave us. We can’t expect Christians to forgive others freely and think that God, our father, forgives based on conditions.”
“Hmm! That’s thought provoking.”
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I would spend time listening to the audio recordings from the meetings and I would pray for understanding. Gradually, I began to see myself beyond my accomplishments; I began to see myself as a child of God.
I had always saw myself in the light of my job, my marriage, finances etc. So the fact that my marriage was crushing really affected my identity. To me, my identity was based on what I did and how sQuccessful everything around me was. Now I noticed that my identity wasn’t based on what I did and how my circumstances were, my identity was based on Christ. This understanding lifted a great burden off me.
The anger and bitterness I felt for Henry reduced. I realized there was something bothering him. I also couldn’t make sense of the night where I came to meet him drunk in the sofa, but whatever it was, I knew my heavenly father could fix it. So I prayed for him as much as I could.
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“I don’t know why but you’ve been behaving quite differently for a while now. What is the reason? Were you awarded at work or promoted or something?” Henry asked when we were at the table. It was the first time in a long time that we were eating together and the first time in a long time that he had bothered to start a conversation.
“No, there’s no award or promotion. I guess it’s just the joy of the Lord,” I said smiling.
“Since when did you get so religious?” He asked with a sarcastic look.
“I’m not, I’ve just seen God in a totally new way. I don’t know but it feels like I got born again again,” I tried to communicate how I was feeling.
We had finished eating so I cleared the table.
“It’s good for you, I have been feeling the opposite of all that lately,” Henry opened up when I came back to the living room.
Not wanting to press him for more details I said, ” Don’t worry dear, God is your father, he will take care of whatever it is that is bothering you.”
He smiled and looked at me, “Really? What if what’s bothering is something only you can take care of?” He asked mischievously.
“Ermm…am I thinking what you are thinking?” I asked sensing where he was driving at.
“That will depend on what you are thinking,” he smiled coyly.
“Okay, I’m just thinking that tonight may be the night we’ve been waiting for.”
“Yes, come I’ve got something for you,” I said as I led the way to the bedroom.
The next day I sat on the sofa with mixed emotions. My mind was clouded so much so that I could hardly make sense of my environment. Henry had finally opened up to me about what was going on with him…
To be continued…