What would it mean for me to forgive people not just for what they do, but for where and who they are? Could I forgive a gay, hostile atheist with an unethical and sometimes resentful approach to work? Could I forgive a busybody who lays claim to Christ while living a sinful lifestyle? Could I forgive another for taking such a lukewarm and watered-down apporach to the powerful, exclusive Christian faith?
These, too, are grudges, and I hold onto them as compass directions, giving me my relational bearings. God knows that my house is composed primarily of glass. Could this be a starting point to the birth of relational grace in my heart?
Time to go; my meeting is about to begin.
