My stepmother died on April 7, 2000. I hated her, because of what she said about David Wells and his death. I hate all the years of misery and depression that she caused me. But it turned out to be a pattern of lashing out against many people she was related to. Maybe I’m obsessing. Maybe I need to forgive.
The Bible says in Matthew 18:21-22: “Then Peter came to Jesus and asked, ‘Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother or sister who sins against me? Up to seven times?’ Jesus answered, ‘I tell you, not seven times, but seventy-seven times.'”
She had been caught having an affair with my father by my mother. She never forgave her and had an all consuming bitterness and resentfulness against her. I don’t want to be like that. The woman is dead, seventeen years now. She said what she said, and time can not change that. Still it is painful.
I lost someone I loved, and instead of showing me a bit of sympathy and compassion, she said David was burning in hell. I need to forgive her.
My brother had a sick baby that was going to die. She told his wife that this is what they got for having the baby out of wedlock.
Her sister was in a car accident and lost an eye. She told her that it was God’s judgement because she lived an immoral life.
I need to forgive her. What she said caused a rift between me and my father, that I am still trying to repair. It caused me to seperate myself from my two half-sisters, so I barely know them. I need to forgive her. “Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.” Ephesians 4:32
The phrase about forgiving and forgetting is not in the Bible. I thought it was, and I thought my salvation was in question because I can’t forget what she said.
But I can forgive.