Dreading it as much as dental drilling, I forced myself to go to Confession last night.
During my face to face meeting with the priest (who listened intensely while I talked to my knees) I mentioned, among other transgressions, that I was finding it hard to forgive someone.
Exuding a holy, loving spirit through deep gentle eyes, he said ‘Forgiveness does not mean agreement. You don’t have to approve what happened. Just forgive.” To forgive, pray for the person who offended you — it helps you to let go and cuts the cord.
Pray for that jerk? Ask God to be good to he who was such an idiot? The look must have shown on my face.
Father told me a story about one person’s approach to forgiveness in a very difficult situation. His prayer: “Okay Lord, I won’t object if you help that SOB.”
Minimalist. But hey, it’s a start.
Try it. The effect for me was immediate. My heart felt lighter; my soul felt as if a layer of dust had been lifted.
Thank you Lord for a priest so full of your spirit. His irreverent humor let me laugh, and led me to pray and forgive. Amen.
Go to confession. It’s not only good for your soul, it’s good for the jerk.