I’VE BEEN SETUP…

Believe it or not, we’re always in forgiveness mode; always having to shake off an offense. When you’re cut off in traffic you may blow your horn, but you keep it moving because you don’t have time to debate the offense. When overlooked in a list of thank yous at the school fundraiser, you smile through it and reconcile that you didn’t feel like standing up to be recognized anyway. The rude server at the restaurant? No need to get twisted. You simply show your appreciation of his or her service in your tip, right? Right! Easily forgiven.   Kind of…

The potential to be offended, hurt, and mistreated happens daily. And many of us block and dismiss without effort. But then there’s that one person, that one incident, that one cut that’s so deep that leaving a bad tip seems grossly insufficient. In fact, there’s seems to be no legal, self-honoring, non-homicidal way to relieve yourself of the angst, hurt, or betrayal.

Or is there?  When eye-gouging is not an option, what do you do?

You forgive.

I know. I know! Easier said than done. I was just having this conversation with a friend who is going through a divorce. Unfortunately her story is not original, her pain is too familiar to most, and her difficulty to forgive is common to many of us.

She asked me how I did it? I laughed …and so did He.

Laughed because I had an answer, yes, but it wasn’t easy and, on some level, I felt tricked into forgiveness. If you’re new to my blog, you should know that I have these very candid conversations with Holy Spirit that may seem a bit irreverent to some. My reasoning is, He knows what’s in our hearts anyway so why lie or soften my words. Moreover, as brilliant, original and forward thinking as I would like to see myself, the truth is there’s is nothing new to God. He can handle me. He can handle everything I say and think. And He will correct me, if necessary.

The answer to how I came to forgive my deepest cut: Prayer.

Not praying, “Jesus heal my heart.” Or “Jesus help me to release that person from my heart.” No. Praying for the one that cut me. Again, I submit that I was tricked, but it worked.

One night when Ron Anthony was about 6 years old, he climbed into my bed and shared that he was worried about his daddy. Some things that he had observed correctly were weighing on his little heart. Not wanting to confirm his thoughts but not wanting to dismiss them either, I passed the ball to Jesus. I tell Ron Anthony that he should pray about it; that he should tell Jesus all that concerns him and that Jesus will hear and help him. Now go back to bed, kid.

Ron Anthony says, “Mommy, I like that idea. You pray first and then me.”

What the what! This is a setup. I’m not praying for that man, God! I’m being punked, aren’t I?

In what felt like minutes but in truth was only milliseconds, I say to God, I’m not even mad about the reasons I left anymore. I’m mad about what he did last week! I hear in my spirit, “Oh, I’m sorry, I asked you to forgive. The request didn’t have a date range.”

I had a vision, of sorts, that our Father was sitting on the throne, nudging Jesus, and with restrained laughter says, “Watch. This is going to be good.”

So, under duress, I offer up a Sesame Street style prayer. “Jesus take care of Ron Anthony’s daddy. Give him a good night’s rest so he won’t be tired in the morning. I pray that he have a great day. Blah, blah blah. Amen.” Not even ” in Jesus’s name”; just ‘amen’.

In contrast to my apparent resistance to pray, I had just spent an hour or so listening to worship music. Borrowing the words (and the animation) from one of Kim Walker’s songs, my handsome son says, “Okay, my turn. Jesus, I pray that you will have a love encounter with my daddy tonight. Because I know if he has a love encounter with you, he would know and his life will never, ever be the same. It will never, ever be the same again. So we brace ourselves so you can explode in here! In Jesus name, amen. “

Dude drops the mic and then says, “Thanks mommy. I feel better already. Can we pray for daddy every night?”

I have no words. Not only am I dumbfounded by the power of his prayer, I’m thoroughly convinced I’ve been setup.

I nod my head affirmatively, and kiss him good night for a second time. I sit on the edge of my bed, twisted! Just Mad!

As I lie down, I think I hear an actual mic really drop! And now I KNOW all of heaven is laughing at me.

Faithful and enthusiastic, Ron Anthony came back the next night, the night after that, and the night after that to pray for his dad. A funny thing happened. Slowly but surely, I released my anger. It’s hard to stay angry with someone you’re praying for. And after some time (a significant amount), I found myself praying for him …just because. Look at God! Over time I found that I wasn’t moved by every little thing and his presence didn’t make me feel violent. Tee Hee. Over time, I began to pray that God would help me to see him as He did; that He would guide me in how to pray for him more effectively, more specifically, more powerfully.

Was it easy?  No.

Did I resist?  Yes

Does it work?  Heavens Yes!    Our healing can be found in our prayers for others.

Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective. James 5:16 NIV, emphasis added.

Do you remember your first heartbreak? Maybe it was in high school? Or college? Remember how you thought the pain was unbearable? Maybe you were humiliated in the experience? Do you remember the day you realized you could care less? The day when their name didn’t trigger any response, good or bad? Remember that sense of freedom? God wants you to experience that freedom every day, to live in that space. Begin to pray for those who’ve hurt you and be healed. Pray yourself free. Pray them free. Start Sesame Street style. It’s okay; it’s all part of the setup…

speak your peace

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s