Unforgiveness

Ephesians 1: 7         ESV

⁷ In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of his grace...

When I was a younger mischievous little boy, I broke something that was very meaningful to my Mom.

She had this glass Lazy Susan, that spun just like a top when using the tip of my index finger.

I can picture that Lazy Susan sitting on my Mom’s dining room table, in our dining room, just like it was yesterday.

My Mom used that thing to display fancy foods, because she really did like to entertain.

One day I spun that thing so fast...well...you know the rest of the story.

That Lazy Susan broke in multiple pieces, and no glue in the world was going to undo what I did.

My Mother was a great Private-I, and her investigative work could’ve put water-boarding to shame.

Once Mom got to me, well I lied like a rug. I looked her plain in the eye, and told her that I didn’t do it.

Unfortunately, the punishment was that everyone had to pay...until somebody came clean.

It wasn’t until I confessed to the crime committed, did I feel complete freedom.

I remember the time when I first got right with God, and when He saved me completely from my sin.

That was a free day for me, but I’m amazed at the number of people who can’t or won’t forgive.

In my scope of work, I meet so many folks who deal with the spirit of un-forgiveness.

Churches are filled with people, who needlessly carry such heavy burdens.

Maybe they just don’t have a clue of what true freedom feels like...