Monday, July 11, 2022

Unforgiveness and Dirty Mirrors

      


It’s hard to love unconditionally when someone has hurt you.  There is a need for boundaries, yes, but how does one not think of an individual and stop the mind from rambling as to how that person needs to change before the relationship can continue?  This is the matter that has continually plagued me in the last 10 months as I navigated my healing.  Because as much as I learned to not be defined by the person who had hurt me, and I learned how to set up gates to protect from future wounds, I noticed that I still had a desire for the person to change.  This isn’t necessarily a bad thing to desire, especially when discussing unhealthy habits.  However, I want the change completed on my time, in my way, justifying my rights.  The truth is forgiveness is a repetitive cycle as it is a moment’s decision.  Sometimes the pain of the past returns, and so in my lack of understanding, I find myself rehearsing the actions of the guilty party.  However, in all of my wrestling, I was not prepared for the bombshell that God decided to drop on me: “Just as you want to be taken as you are, you need to take [this person] as they are.”      I was being charged with being judgmental.  Matthew 7’s introductory portion has been used as an excuse to stay in sin, in the name of “do not judge”.  However, this is a misappropriation of the verse.  There is wisdom in discerning what is godly or not.  In Matthew 7, Jesus is describing a judgment as believing oneself to be better than someone else’s sin who has been found out. Seeing someone’s sin but denying or lacking the repentance of sin found in their own life.  In forgiving the “guilty family member”, God further revealed that the wooden speck in someone’s eye and the plank in my own eye came from the same tree.      What?!  I am not like that!  I am different!      Or so I thought.  But another whisper: Isn’t it funny how that’s the sin people stay offended?  He was talking about the sin that I was hurt, but was guilty of, as well.  I judged this family member as critical and judgmental.  Perhaps, rightly so.  I have all the evidence for it.  However, God also revealed that in my pain, I too have become critical.  I am quick to judge.  I am also guilty of slander, because in my effort to vent and process, a secret motive for others to side with me was at play.  It wasn’t just concerning this family member.  I can be critical of other people, things, and ideas if not careful.      I am not so different from my offender.  And as guilty as they are, I too, am just as much.  Becoming fixated on the sin of another, I had chosen for so many years to hold onto unforgiveness.  Then, I also became that which I hated.  A Pharisee.  Wanting my rights (or wanting what was right) penetrated my heart, birthing an overemphasis on proving one’s goodness.  If someone says something, then they better abide by it.  Anything less is to reveal how not a Christian one was.      Don’t misunderstand my meaning.  I do not mean to give way to leniency where the Bible is direct about things.  Jesus and His Word is foundational, and discipline is needed.  But I have found in my own walk that I have excused my unforgiveness, justifying it, because I held my pain against the ones who exhibit themselves to be strong Christians.  And yet…many would call me a strong Christian.  And yet…I know in myself; I have my own blindsides.  God was revealing them even in the recent weeks!  And if it is possible for me to find fault in myself, and if I want mercy for my own sin, then it is possible that another Christian, too, hasn’t completed their work of salvation, and they too, need mercy.      This understanding that my unforgiveness held a dirty mirror to my life came to the light when I was studying King David and the situation with Tamar, Amnon, and Absalom (reference: 2 Samuel 13-16, 18:1-18).  I already knew the story line.  Amnon had fallen in love (or perhaps in lust) with his half-sister, Tamar.  After tricking her to feed him, he forced himself upon her and she ran for shelter with her full brother, Absalom.  To say Absalom was TICKED is an understatement. Yet, in preparing for the reading, I asked God what He wanted me to get out of it.     It was true that I felt a twinge of my feminism stir in reading about Tamar’s rape.  Furthermore, the rage that Absalom felt was 100% justified in my mind.  And I was baffled at the silence and inaction of King David (the father of the three adult children).  And yet, taking a couple days in studying it, I was struck with conviction, that as much as I initially sided with Absalom, his subsequent actions stemmed from unforgiveness, and none were God-ordained in righting the wrong.  He murdered his brother, attempted to take the throne from his father, and one of his last unredeemable acts included raping his father’s concubines.  Perhaps his motive for justice was pure, but allowing bitterness to reign free, he eventually became guilty of the very same sin as his half-brother.      Sound familiar?  In holding onto offense, I became guilty of the judgmentalism I hated most.  Sure, it isn’t the same as murdering anyone, starting a coup, or committing sexual assault, but too often we judge behavior, not realizing that different manifestations can be rooted to the same sinful motivation.  I was as Absalom.  I believed that I had to be righted.  But just as Absalom, I am prone to take things into my hand, and allow offense to stir in my heart.  If the one who has authority does nothing, then I will do something myself.  In my case, I would write my personal history with a villain in my story.  And as long as I held onto that narrative, I could do no wrong, for my motivation was to redeem the innocence stolen.      But the villain, realistically, is not a villain.  Like so many people, they are complex.  Even more complex, considering they believe in Jesus.  As much as I wish sanctification was immediate, it is not.  And so, if I need time to become more like Christ, so does the family member who had a reputation of words cutting as daggers.  And even if the villain was a true villain, if God’s heart is for redemption, then I cannot allow my heart to become bitter.     I don’t understand why David was silent.  I wonder if he was trying to give Amnon a chance to repent (as God had done when he had committed adultery and murder concerning Bathsheba).  Maybe he was talking with the Levite priests and trying to gather evidence.  Sadly, at that time, CSI didn’t exist, and so it may have been a case of “he said/she said”.  The Bible doesn’t say if David was active or inactive.  But a note in the ESV says that David didn’t punish Amnon, because he loved him, because he was David’s firstborn.  Whatever the reason, Absalom had a double reason for being angry.  Rightly so.      And yet, why is it that Absalom’s journey ended in devastation and David is still remarked as a man after God’s own heart?  I became confused reading the psalms associated with this case as David brought up his righteousness, and asked for deliverance from the enemy (i.e. Absalom; see Psalm 3 and 4 for examples).  David brought on this trouble because he was silent!  Furthermore, because of his sin with Bathsheba, the prophet Nathan said that trouble would come to David’s house.  So, how could David speak as if he had integrity?      I don’t get it fully.  I won’t say that I have all the answers, especially as sensitive as an issue as the case of Tamar, the daughter of King David.  However, I think the difference between Absalom and David was the manner of repentance and refraining to take things in one’s own hands.  The measure of integrity isn’t being perfect and lacking sin in totality; it is identifying sin, repenting of it, and making amends.  David did that; Absalom did not.  David called himself righteous, not because he was a good father, but he trusted in God’s goodness to be enough where he failed.  And when he failed, he was quick to admit it (see Psalm 38).         When David was confronted with his sin, he repented of it, and would ask that others were spared for his wrong (see 2 Samuel 12:13-17).  Absalom did not see the error of his way, even though he had an initially just motive.  Nevertheless, a just motive bent on revenge will bring a demise.  History has proved that leaders who were bitter turned sour on their own people.  Hatred tainted their purity as just leaders.  This is the danger of unforgiveness: it throws away one’s destiny.      I do want to say that something had to be done with Amnon.  When a wrong is done, it must be made right.  But it also must be done in the right way.  Absalom had a choice.  In his two years of waiting for his dad to do something, maybe Absalom could have talked with his father. “Hey Dad, I know that you love Amnon.  But he hurt your daughter.  I believe you love her too, and you need to stand up for her.  Either you or I will do something, but Amnon cannot get away with this.”  Maybe there was this conversation, and David refused.  That would make this all the more heartbreaking.       But Absalom had a choice.  Even after murdering Amnon, he could have forgiven his father.  Second Samuel states that David was relieved when he heard Amnon was dead (13:38-39).  Perhaps David knew he screwed up.  Maybe he wanted to thank Absalom for taking action when he failed to do so.  The Bible doesn’t list every conversation had, so we’ll have to wait.  But Absalom had a choice to forgive or continue in his bitterness.  He chose to stay in his bitterness, and it proved to be his end.      What does this have to do with my family member?  How am I like Absalom when his story spun out like a revenge story gone bad?  If I do not take careful heed, my unforgiveness will be my demise.  I must identify my own sin in judging someone as different than I, when I could be capable of the same things.  I will believe myself to be without sin, and that is a VERY dangerous place to be in, concerning walking with God.  “If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us (1 John 1:8).”  I was deceived in pointing out the person’s sin, because then I was blind to my own sin (which the size of a plank will do!).  I, too, am in need of repentance.  And thankfully, “if anyone sins, we have an advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous.  He is the propitiation for our sins, and not for ours only but also for the sins of the world (1 John 2:1-2).”      Now that I have repented, it is important to bring that message of the Gospel to others.  Whether the person before me is saved or not, I am learning that knowing what I have been saved from helps me to extend the mercy that Jesus had afforded to me.  When I see someone’s sin, I am learning to not take things personally, but see it as a sign that the individual doesn’t have a revelation of Christ like I do, in a specific area.  I am learning to pray for that person, rather than trying to work my magic of words and manipulation in order for them to come around.  It is HARD!  But I am trusting that God is at work in their life, and I am inviting Him to do the work that I could never accomplish in the first place.  Vengeance is His, anyways.  So, why not desire for redemption?  Do I really want hell for the offender, anyway?      People are saved in a day, but the fruit of salvation continues to birth for a lifetime.  It is a struggle to be patient; especially when some peoples’ actions and words can cause so much pain to themselves or others.  But they have a choice in how they will walk with Jesus.  All I can do is hope and pray for it.  I do not want to be an Absalom.  I have been given the gift of mercy like David, now I must share it with others.  What else could I do?  For what would I say to myself if I looked in the mirror?
 


Sunday, July 10, 2022

Healing in the Breaking

      I thought the best way to heal is to not drudge up the past.  I thought it was sufficient to define forgiveness as tolerating someone’s presence temporarily.  When God told me that I was to take a sabbatical, specifically to address my childhood wounds, I was willing to be obedient, but I wasn’t so accepting about the whole ordeal.  Moving back “home” meant that I couldn’t hide from the people or behaviors that haunted me since I was a preteen.  Intentional or not; abuse or a personality vice - it didn’t matter how you defined it.  However, for the longest time, I decided that the best way to deal with that pain was to run from it.  And yet, unbeknownst to me, I was operating from those wounds in my present relationships.  God knew better than I that the best way to heal was to no longer bandage it up, but cut open the scars I thought were healed and clean out the dead things in my life.     As a Christian, one knows the truth.  But if not careful, wounds silently leak a poison in which lies are believed and acted upon.  This was the case in my life.  I do not want to go into details of who the person was, nor their actions, however, there was a family member whose words, actions, and sometimes attitudes caused a pain in me for a long time.  I believed I wasn’t good enough in certain areas.  I believed I had to do certain things to finally be accepted.  And lastly, I felt there were so many rules.  And in part, I knew that some of these things were false.  Or, at least, it is a matter of experience, culture, and perspective.  But, because it came from a Christian, and I was a teenager looking for Christian wisdom, I think I needed to heed this wisdom, in part.     Wounds coming from Christians can be the worst.  (You can read an allegory story concerning this topic in my other blogpost: https://honesttogodletters.blogspot.com/2022/03/the-man-with-cut-off-nose.html.)  They should have a relationship with Jesus, and so they should act like Jesus…Right?!  And yet, the reality is that sometimes Christians fall short, too.  Nevertheless, the wounds I incurred were allowed to define me, and I was acting out of them when I, myself, were trying to share about Jesus.  I mentioned relationship, but I have lived a life of legalism.  I thought I was rebelling against this deception, but I had been falling for it, more than I realized it.     I thought running away was the best way to get away from the past, but God wanted me to finally confront it.  Sending me “home” didn’t mean just moving back to my hometown.  It meant living with the individual who hurt me.  I promise you, I was questioning how God could bring healing into such a broken relationship.  On the surface, everything was alright.  I was willing to be around the person for family engagements.  However, what God wanted to do was work in me more than the other person. (Crazy, I know.  After all, they are the ones who are guilty.) 
     Living with the person who hurt me did three primary things in my life.  First, It allowed me to see more sides of the person.  In knowing more about their interests and heart, I could identify with them on a social level, and not just a political/religious level (which is what I most saw in their lives).  It was hard at first.  People said the person had such a caring heart, and my initial reaction was, “Really?  Because the person I know is very critical.”  And yet, in observation, I could laugh with them, spend time with them and understand their passions.  I was forced to see them for more than just their sin.
    The second impact was that I learned to learn from them.  So much of the pain they caused over my formative years prevented me from wanting to receive anything from them.  My perspective was that the person had a black/white mindset that didn’t allow challenge or discussion.  Ironically, over the things that I thought shouldn’t matter (like how to set a table), God straight up told me, “Well, if it doesn’t matter, then why don’t you do it their way?”  The pain produced pride and rebellion in me.  And yet, this individual did have some things by which I could learn.  After this year, there are some things I still don’t agree with 100%, but I have found there are things they have taught me - even on a Christian level- that has helped.      The third thing I had to learn concerning true forgiveness was to confront the sin.  So often, we think that forgiveness is letting it go and never bringing it up.  And yet, people who have been hurt can tell you that when something is never said, the wound will come again.  It is a perpetual cycle unless a line is drawn.  There was a situation, this last year, where the individual had done something hurtful.  I wrestled with it the following week, because…it wasn’t a matter of disagreement, as much as how the disagreement played out.  It was this pattern of behavior that diminished so much of my confidence.
      I played it over in my head.  If I just had an audience, and if they could get me angry enough, I would BLAST them so they could BLATANTLY see their sin.  However, that isn’t the heart of forgiveness.  There was such a complexity to it, honestly.  Part of my pain came from being victimized that no one spoke up for me when I needed them to.  And yet, now in my 30s, it wasn’t realistic to go back and redo the past.  Though I wanted someone to say something, I found that that person speaking up had to be me.
    Dang it.  Why?  Why did it have to be me?  But as much as there are scars from my past, if I wanted to be a healthy person, I had to learn to take the steps for myself now, and not wait for my past to change.  I had started reading a book called Boundaries (written by Henry Cloud and John Townsand) at the time of this present wound.  One thing that was discussed was the need for setting boundaries as a means to prevent further hurt.  And when to confront the hurt, it must be done in a manner by which we lovingly want to bring to knowledge the sin of the offender, so that they may repent.  Will the person repent?  Only God knows.  But giving them an opportunity is the goal of forgiveness.  After all, Jesus’ kindness led to our repentance.     So, I not only had to confront the wound, set boundaries, I also had to do so in a manner in which to help restore the relationship.  Trust me.  The LAST thing I wanted to do was make a way for me to be nearer to the one who hurt me.  That was my qualm with God this whole last year!  And yet, God reminded me that in my sin, He did the very thing that would renew a relationship between Him and myself.
    Call it passive aggressive, but I let the person know via text.  I didn’t trust the person well enough to not begin blubbering in person or for them to hear me out.  I needed to say what I needed to say with freedom, and to think about what needed to be said…in love.  The amazing thing was when I brought it to their attention, they had no clue that their actions caused the kind of harm resulted.  In their openness to receive the truth, there was repentance.  And in repentance, there were steps of trust built.
    I cannot say that the work is made complete.  I do have my boundaries and there are certain things that God is showing me it is better not to give the person influence in certain areas.  He also convicted me that if I know the person strongly disagrees with me on a topic, I shouldn’t bait them and make them sin against me, either (didn’t think that was in me…whoops).  I am learning that if I want to be healthy and do ministry the right way, then I really do need to let go of the past.  I have to take a hold of what God says, and not pay any mind to what people say as much.  The old saying, “Chew on the meat and spit out the bones” is now a day-to-day reality, but understanding what is meat vs. bones has left me choking on less poison than I used to.  I can’t believe that I used to teach things out of the Bible, knowing they were true, but my heart simultaneously believed in lies of the enemy.    And now, I can say that I am putting my trust in Jesus more and more each day. 
    Running away from the past is a short-term solution.  However, I recognize that confrontation must be done delicately.  I didn’t do this work when I was 23 years old, and perhaps the reason was because I hadn’t truly forgiven.  If I had confronted, it would have been about proving myself right and demonizing the offender.  And yet, that isn’t the heart of Jesus.  His heart is for repentance and restoration.  If we have no desire for restoration, then we have no business in speaking with the person who hurt us.
    Healing does take time.  It requires acknowledgement of the pain.  Tears are a form of release; let them flow.  It takes letting your story be heard; tell a trusted friend.  But at some point, it is important to confront.  Whether this involves the person or not, the wound must be directly addressed.  A wound is a mark from the world that tempts us to doubt God’s goodness and truth.  Left alone in a corner, it becomes a thorn that will fester and poison a garden. 
     Lastly, boundaries and defining the relationship helps prevent further wounds. I think so much of my pain came from my own expectation of what the person should’ve been, that I put them on a pedestal, opened my heart freely (at such a young age, this could hardly be helped, but as an adult, I have a bit more autonomy to realize what to take in or not), and sought for their approval.  If I had just focused on Jesus, their actions wouldn’t have turned into offenses, because I wouldn’t have put my expectation on them.  
     It’s something I’m learning.  And it’s something I have to remind myself daily.  But living in freedom takes time.  However, the more I do it, the more it will become a natural state of being.  And if you read this post, I hope you can find this freedom, as well.