Forgiven

Like a movie of the mind, the sins of the past flash by in violent fashion. Oh that I might cover the eyes of my mind to keep from seeing such an awful movie.

Some things can't be undone. Some sights cannot be unseen. They are trapped in our mind and united with our soul. I'm guilty. The verdict is in and I'm guilty. The sentence: forgiven. How can God forgive me when I can't forgive myself?

Forgiven? By God to be sure. But to forgive myself? I'm not ready. I like the guilt. It's come to define me. It's a part of who I am? But who am I to withhold forgiveness from one forgiven by God.

I am forgiven. Scarred hands, feet and side prove that. But what does it mean for my life to be defined by forgiveness?

Authenticity, reality, passion. To be forgiven means to have been guilty and then shown mercy.

So moving forward, embrace the past as the tests both passed and failed. Confess them. Learn from them. Teach from them.

For the greatest sin of all is to never accept the forgiveness found only in the shed blood of Jesus Christ.