I would very much like religious people here to read this and tell me in the end, why can’t I forgive...thanks...ps maybe the non religious might be able to tell me too
I find it easy to forgive most things in life, like a fight that soon calmed down, names that where called, even someone that has stolen from m, run over my dog ect. Some that didn’t know me, would say, that’s rather christian of you BM,well no, it may sound christian, but it’s rather just me how I am
But see here’s the thing.....please read before you answer...thanks
When I was 4 years old, I remember this next part as if it were just yesterday, that’s how clear it is. My mother, lil brother (who was just 3yrs old at the time) and myself, where all in the kitchen, my mom was making lunch for us all. My dad was in Paris at a meeting, he wouldn’t be back for the weekend. Then all of a sudden, there was this loud thumping knock on the front door, my mom went to go look, she came back into the kitchen, and I’ll never forget the scared look on her face, as she told us to be quiet and to remain in the kitchen, as if she wanted to protect us.
The banging got louder and louder, I covered my ears and whispered up to my mom, what is it mommy?
Then it stopped, suddenly within moments, I saw my uncle Dan, look through our kitchen window. He was wearing a light blue t-shirt, with blue jeans, he had dark brown hair, and I recall him looking through the window, looking angered right over towards my mom.
My lil brother grabbed on to my mommys skirt, and I stood back in shock, she told us to run and hide, but we didn’t, we stayed there, to be with her.
Dan broke the back door down, came into the house, my mom ran for the living room, yelling DON'T HURT MY BABIES ...kids run and hide!!
I stood and watched him attack my mother, hitting her yelling stuff, then I saw how my lil brother tried to help my mother, by jumping on Dans back, Dan threw my bro off with such mean force. For some reason I froze up...as he dragged my mother into the hall way, and had her in a corner, beating her, I was in shock, I recall wanting to do something, but couldn’t move, I watched her cry, I saw her get hurt bad, I looked over and saw my lil brother hurt bad, I still froze in fear.
He left, it was over, I don’t remember much after it, but I recall my dad arriving home the following day, all smiles, then I burst into tears, jumped into my dad’s arms and said – “[i]Daddy, can you show me where uncle Dan lives, so I can take a brick and hurt him with it, please daddy I want to” [/i] My dad saw my mother, and broke down 1st with sorrow, then with rage, he went and sorted Dan out, put my uncle Dan in hospital.
..My dad was a big guy, built like a tank, and was a great boxer back in his hay day, he taught us all how to defend ourselves ect.
10 years had passed, I never knew where my uncle lived, I knew the son of a b**** was still alive and well. I tried to track him down, my mom has tried to get me to realize that forgiveness is the best way. For years my mom has tried to show me how God can forgive, and how revenge is not right.
My mother is a born again Christian, it was 5 years ago, when I attended a funeral, and someone said – “hey is that Dan over there”...I was near my dad and said WHAT?? WHERE?? I felt rage build up...my dad said no Geri NO its not him calm down. ( I think it may have been him, as he has aged a lot since that day, but my dad didn't want any trouble)
Later my mother brought over these Jesus books on forgiveness that teaches you how Jesus favours forgiveness.. I listened to her, and because I love her,
Those of us that are close to our moms...love them ..Don’t like to see anyone hurt our moms do we??
So even when I read Jesus books on forgiveness, on How Jesus forgave people that hurt him, but see I’m not the son of God, I’m no messiah, I’m me the average gal...is this WHY I can’t forgive?
I don’t think about this all the time, only when someone mentions his name that’s when rage haunts me and I wanna so much do time for what he did
A priest many years ago, did the same, my aunt took me to see a priest about my rage over my uncle, the priest tried so hard to get me to understand forgiveness, he too spoke of Jesus, how Jesus forgave...that’s ok that was Jesus I said to the priest, I’m not Jesus, I am my mother’s daughter and I want revenge
Why can’t I just let it go!?!
