All in Forgiveness

Forgiving Like Jesus Is Hard to Do

I am human. Jesus gave us holy forgiveness by dying on the cross for our sins. He also

modeled how forgiveness looks like in our lives.

Peter betrayed Jesus three times as Jesus had predicted at the last supper. Following

His resurrection, as Jesus talked with Peter, He asked him three times, “Do you love

me?” Not, “Why did you do it?”

Pursue Peace

This is when Paul says…

Do all that you can to live in peace with everyone (Romans 12:18 NLT).

Then, in verses 19-21, he proceeds to say don’t pay the person back with evil or revenge. Instead, Paul wisely says to calm the person down who is persecuting you by sharing food and drink with them. Paul explains that the best way to conquer evil is by doing good.

One Stone at a Time

These walls of bitterness, unforgiveness, anger, withdrawal... may have given you a false sense of security, peace, or even justice. Yet, these walls have no place in the lives of believers. Have you tried to tear down a divisive wall in your own strength? Perhaps you’ve discovered that a well-fortified, long-standing wall is extremely difficult to remove.

Violets and Other Small Things

My Mother's favorite flowers were violets and she grew them outside along our picket fence near the edge of the sidewalk. These small purple blooms sat low to the ground, vulnerable to careless feet that might trample them unnoticed. However small, humble things are often the most profound!

Jesus in the Waiting—When You are the Runway Grocery Cart

It happened so fast. I was putting my groceries in my car and the parking spot had a slight incline. As I was rearranging the bags, I turned to retrieve the bags to see the cart rolling away down the parking lot. “Stop!” I screamed at the cart!”. It kept on its journey with my walking cane inside the cart. I had no fast way to catch it. Finally, the cart hit a pole only to bounce into a car.

Overdue Apology

I looked forward to youth group every week. My mom dropped me off at the back door of the church and I darted through the hall, heading up the stairs to the unfinished “attic” where we met on Wednesday nights. I couldn’t wait to see my friends and hear the music and message to grow my faith.

Dusty Books

I sat down to read and turned on the table lamp beside me. As light spread across the table, I saw a fine white powder coated its surface and even the books resting there.