"Is The Spirit So Willing?" by Julie Robison
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During Lent, we will be discussing the Spiritual Works of Mercy.
As I write this post, I begrudgingly admit I am working on forgiving someone for saying something that hurt my pride. I am currently working on cleaning out my room. I am getting married in less than nine months and, in good conscience, I cannot bring into this marriage my very own section of some rain forest.
I have books. Hundreds of books. Then there's the one box from grade school, and two boxes from high school, the huge bin of magazines, and the multiple drawers and boxes of college papers I have yet to go through. Then there's my research, for current and pending projects, and five shoe boxes of epistolary correspondence. I just started on my sixth this past Christmas.
A member of my family, the Purger, said he'd help me, as long as I sign a contract saying I would not get mad about what he threw away.
|Writing messages long gone, unlike my letters. (far L)|
"Never!" I protested. "What if you threw away my letters?"
"Why are you saving them anyways? It's not like you're Flannery O'Connor. No one is going to read your letters in 50 years."
"I'm not saving my own letters," I huffed. "I'm saving responses to my letters."
The comment stung. Stings. We had to stop the conversation and part on civil terms. I am now typing, depressed in spirit, in my room. Fortunately, I kept cleaning too. I had a church bulletin from the beginning of Lent, and, wouldn't you know it! Fr. Ed says it best:
I have often thought that it would be nice to have a special name for the final Sunday before the Season of Lent begins. As a culture we have the traditions of Mardi Gras and Carneval during these days, during which people celebrate and eat and "party" before Ash Wednesday. But perhaps the Gospel for this weekend gives us a better tradition to follow: forgiveness.
We have all heard the old saying, "To err is human, to forgive divine," and actually it is quite correct. Who alone but God has the power to forgive sins? Who else but God sees all there is to us, both good and bad, and love, understands and absolves? When we were able to forgive one another for the hurts against us, we are, in effect, showing the face of God to those we forgive. Because we are forgiven first by Him we are able to give that gift to others.
In the Gospel this weekend, a paralytic is brought to Jesus for healing. Little does he expect the first words to him from Jesus: "Child, your sins are forgiven". After this Jesus says the famous words: "Rise, pick up your mat, and walk". Why is the other statement first? Because Jesus heals the deepest wounds first. He shows that the physical paralysis of this man is not as important as the spiritual paralysis that can happen when we fall into sin. He heals this first, and does so with great love, even calling the young man "child" as he does.
What a gift this is for him, and for all of us who have heard the story for the last 2,000 years. Jesus forgives, heals and loves us. Perhaps this gives us an indication of what this final Sunday before Lent can be about: forgiveness, healing and love. In a word, it's about Jesus.And in like fashion, I went downstairs and apologized for overreacting, and then told the Purger I forgave him for hurting my pride. And I mean it. If Jesus can suffer death to redeem my sins, then I can swallow my pride, admit I was wrong, and forgive, just like Jesus. Because it really is about him, not you.
|Besides: if Anne can forgive Gilbert, anything is possible!|