Forgiveness. That’s what we ask for next as we pray the
Lord’s Prayer. We pray that we might be forgiven; and we pray that God might
help us to forgive, too. Forgiveness is the most difficult practice that God asks
us to do. It is also the most misunderstood.
Maybe that’s because forgiving is all tangled up with
forgetting. You know the saying: “Forgive and forget.” The trouble is that the
hurts that we have the most trouble forgetting are the very ones that we most
need to forgive! Little hurts that are quickly forgotten aren’t the problem.
It’s the big hurts, the ones that leave us with scars so deep that they become
a part of our very being – those are the hurts that we need to forgive. And
those are the very ones that keep us mired in pain and resentment. So let’s get
rid of that misunderstanding right now. Forgiving is not necessarily
forgetting. Some things we simply can’t forget.
Forgiving is also not a warm, fuzzy feeling that we
experience. I’m not sure that anyone, anywhere has ever felt like forgiving
someone who has hurt them. Forgiveness is not a feeling that we have; it is a
choice that we make. We choose to forgive because God has forgiven us; and
because God has instructed us to forgive others; and because we know that
forgiveness is for our own good in the end. I was reminded of this recently on
the occasion of Nelson Mandela’s death. Nelson Mandela was jailed when he was
just a young man, and eventually spent 27 years behind bars. He spent 18 years
of that time in a damp concrete cell measuring 7 feet by 8 feet, and he had
only a mat of straw on which to sleep. He was frequently abused and harassed by
white prison guards, and was often locked in solitary confinement. He was
permitted only one visit and one letter every 6 months. While he was in prison,
his mother died, and then his oldest son was killed in an automobile accident.
He was forbidden to attend either funeral. After his release, he reflected on
his time in prison. “They took away everything I had,” he said. “They took away
my marriage, my children, my freedom. But they could not take away my soul; and
I would not give them that. I chose to forgive them.”
Nelson Mandela was on to something when he forgave his
jailers. He knew that refusing to forgive chains you to the past more effectively
than any physical ties could ever bind. When we refuse to forgive, in the words
of William Faulkner, “The past is not dead. It’s not even past.” When we refuse
to forgive, we allow the hurts of the past to scar us over and over and over
again. When we refuse to forgive, it’s like drinking poison and expecting the
other person to die. When we refuse to forgive, the only one that we hurt is
ourselves.
But we have a choice. We can choose to forgive, no matter how deep our wounds have been. And
God has set the example for us. God loves us despite the bone-headed things
that we do all the time. God understands that we are stupid, arrogant, and
stubborn – even though we don’t like to admit it – and that we frequently do
what we do out of anger or pride or ignorance. So God cuts us a break. God
gives us a chance to start over with the slate wiped clean. That’s what
forgiveness is all about, after all. It’s about putting the past in the past –
where it belongs – and being able to start all over again in the future.
That’s difficult for us human beings to do. Let’s face it,
we love nursing grudges and hanging on to old hurts. We hang onto old wounds
like a security blanket. We call on the idea of justice, and the reality that
actions have consequences. But when we’re on the wrong side of that justice –
when we are the ones who have hurt
someone else – then it’s not nearly so attractive. That’s when we ask for mercy
and compassion. After all, we don’t want to be defined by what we have done in
the past! And in God’s goodness, God lets us start over again. God offers us
the forgiveness that we crave. How can we do any less to those who have hurt
us? Jesus set the forgiveness bar high when he prayed from the cross, “Father,
forgive them. They don’t know what they’re doing.”
I saw the power of forgiveness at work very recently as it
surrounded Fred Phelps. You may not know that name, but I’ll bet that you know
the person. Fred Phelps is the troubled, hate-filled man who founded Westboro
Baptist Church. The group isn’t really a church at all, but an extended family cult
whose sole purpose appears to be hating everyone who doesn’t conform to their
particular way of thinking. The group is notorious for picketing the funerals
of soldiers who have been killed in action, holding signs containing
hate-filled slogans like “Thank God for September 11,” “God hates fags,” and
“You’re all going to hell.”
Fred Phelps died about three weeks ago. As he lay on his
deathbed, an entry in an online blog called for all of those who had been wounded
by Phelps’ hatred to forgive him. It read in part, “May you be released from the
bondage of hate and bigotry. I forgive you. May you also be able to forgive
yourself.” The ensuing comments – and there were many – were all over the map. Some
simply could not get past the hate that Phelps had shown. One responder wrote,
“Trust me, this horrible piece of [dung] will never see God.” (I’ve censored
the word that was really used.) Another wrote, “Let the man die in obscurity
and oblivion in the historical grave he dug for himself.” And a third
suggested, “[We should picket his funeral] with a sign saying, ‘God hates the
Westboro Church.’”
I can understand their feelings. It is always easiest to
return hate for hate, especially when the hate is so very deep and unprovoked.
What caused Fred Phelps to justify his hatred by focusing on a few isolated
scripture verses while ignoring all the ones that testify to God’s love and
mercy? What caused Fred Phelps to be so full of hate in the first place? We’ll
never know. But we do know that his unreasoning hatred deeply wounded the
families of the men and women whose funerals he picketed. If anyone has the right to deny forgiveness
and to return hate for hate, it is those survivors.
But I also know something else. I know that hate will not
win in the end. It is doomed to be defeated by love, compassion, and
forgiveness. What happened when Fred Phelps was finally laid to rest? What
happened when the Westboro Baptist Church held their first protest after the
funeral? They were picketed by folks who had something to say to them. But it
wasn’t what you might have expected. Directly across the street from the
Westboro Church protest was a huge sign that required several people to carry
it. It read, “Sorry for your loss.” That, my friends, is forgiveness at work.
Martin Luther King said, “Darkness cannot drive out
darkness. Only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate. Only love can do
that.” And I would add, only the grace of forgiveness can release us from the
past and allow us to begin again. “Father, forgive us, because we don’t know what
we’re doing. And help us to forgive others, because they usually don’t know
what they’re doing, either.”
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