â€˜Father, forgive them; for they know not what they doâ€™ â€ Luke 23:34
Pointing the finger at someone who has done something drastically wrong and should have known better, I allow myself to be foolish.
Thinking back on my life, I made a lot of stupid mistakes because I simply was not thinking. Â Not thinking of consequences to myself, not thinking of consequences to others, not thinking of how others would view God because of my actions.
Then, there were times when I knew deep inside that my actions were going to hurt me, others and most importantly, God. Â But I did them anyway. Sometimes out of anger, despair, frustration, anxiety.
When I think of Jesus hanging on the cross, looking down at those who just nailed Him to it and with compassion and love in His eyes saying “Father, forgive them,” I have to ask myself “What kind of Person really does this?”
In our world of pain, I don’t see this exemplified. Â Sometimes I hear it ridiculed. As if we are better than anyone else.
The example we are given challenges us from looking around to each other and instead looking to the cross. Â Only then, can I look at my fellow man/woman who has a knife stuck in my back and say “I forgive you. Â You just don’t know what you’re doing.”
The strong pull in my heart to do the “easier” thing and judge is something I fight against every day.
Sometimes I feel if someone just gave my heart a shot of anesthesia, perhaps that would work.
But it was through sweat and blood that Jesus forgave. Â And so I need to lean on Him so that I too can have the strength through sweat and blood to say:
Father, forgive them.