Can love
grow after a cold snap?
I am
Canadian and, although I have lived a lot of my life outside of Canada, I do at
times miss the weather. I love the reality of the four seasons. Spring
seems so much better after a vigorous winter!
I also love those strange times when there is a mid winter
thaw when the snow disappears and
February feels like April for a few days. What I dislike is that sometimes when
that happens, the trees begin to bud only to be shocked by the harsh reality of
the returning freeze. The new growth dies and sometimes is hard to restart once
the warmer weather rally comes.
The
analogy is imperfect but it is not dissimilar to what happens when you start to
trust someone after you have been hurt; love begins to grow again and then the
chill returns with more force than before as you get hurt once again.
Forgiving
once is hard - 7 times is even harder. Why should you open up your heart again
to the possibility of love and hope? Why should you forgive when they will
probably hurt you again? What is the point?
Many
years ago Paul Simon wrote a song called "I am a rock"
A
winter's day
In a deep
and dark December;
I am
alone,
Gazing
from my window to the streets below
On a
freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a
rock,
I am an
island.
I've
built walls,
A
fortress deep and mighty,
That none
may penetrate.
I have no
need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's
laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a
rock,
I am an
island.
Don't
talk of love,
Well I've
heard the word before;
It's
sleeping in my memory.
I won't
disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I
never loved I never would have cried.
I am a
rock,
I am an
island.
I have my
books
And my
poetry to protect me;
I am
shielded in my armor,
Hiding in
my room, safe within my womb.
I touch
no one and no one touches me.
I am a
rock,
I am an
island.
And a
rock feels no pain;
And an
island never cries.
Sort of a
depressing song - sort of true.
I do
remember times as a teenager when I thought that utopia might be living on an island
by myself writing poetry. I recall visiting that fantasy since then - although
I would take my wife now.
The only
way to get love to grow again after the bleak reality of repeated hurts, is by
doing some hard work. Continuing to choose to forgive is hard as it is tempting
to justify non forgiveness. Choosing to
apply Paul's injunction to think only on what is good and if good report when
thinking of the one who hurt you is a not always easy but it is a life giving option.
There is
also a very dangerous prayer that you can pray if you are really serious -
Lord, show me your heart towards ......" The Lord loves to answer this
sort of prayer. It is hard to pray that
and hang on to your anger for long.
Forgiveness
is costly. Unforgiveness more so.
This weekend
has put me in touch with some folk from my past and the encounter has left me
rather saddened. I saw lives that were touched deeply and harshly by the
reality of unforgiveness. Collecting and carrying grudges has turned out to be
a very costly exercise.
I found a
quote that I paraphrased when I was preaching a few weeks ago from Nelson
Mandela. He had been asked how he could forgive his jailers and not hold
resentment against them.
He
responded by saying that no forgiving
was like drinking poison and hoping the other person would die. Not so
smart an idea.
I long
for heaven when such discussions will no longer be needed. While I am here, I long
for God's love which still keeps no record of wrong. That is the kind of love
that I want to live in.