Jun 27, 2008
I remember sitting in the pew in church and seeing a huge cross with a man hanging on it. As a child this image is not a reassuring thing to witness your first few times at church. I could not stop looking at it. My mother kept trying to veer me back to singing the hymns but I wondered why he was hanging on a cross and if he was okay.
On our ride home from being forgiven, I asked my parents who the guy was that was hanging on the cross. They began to share their insights Jesus and what he had gone through in order for me to be forgiven. I was overwhelmed with admiration at that time for this man I never knew. He loved me so much that he gave me his own life. Which leads me to now.
For years I have pondered this thing we call forgiveness. Read books, went to therapy, and tried to wrap my brain around the concept of truly forgiving someone. In theory it sounds so simple, yet in actuality it is a process that seems to be never ending at times.
The process of giving up ones life in order to set others free fascinates me. One thing I have realized in the midst of the biggest change of my life, a divorce, is that I am giving up a part of my life. Jesus was not interested in being seen as a master. His intentions were to remind and empower others to live in love. To face even the most fear based ideas with love and know that its impact is huge for others.
This is not about religion. This is about love.
I want to forgive not only my ex husband but myself for creating what we have these past few months. I want to forgive so I can move forward with my life and create something new for myself and my daughter. I want to forgive because that is truly who we are.
When my daughter mentions her dada, I want to be able to show up for that, not get in my own way with grudges and pain.
I want to allow a part of me to die, so I can be free.
Jesus not only loves others, he loved himself. Whether it is “real” or not, it is the idea around him that has and continues to fascinate me.
Can we forgive ourselves and open up to creating our lives from a new space. Not continue to press the repeat button and add on to our pain and struggle. Can we know that the whole point of this “exercise” called life is to experience all of it with the eyes and the heart of a child? We are all children in adult bodies, just waiting to be loved. We are all children who have been wounded in some way or another and acting out those patterns with other adults day to day. We are all hoping to be free. Freedom starts with forgiveness. To give to one self an opportunity to love what was and love what is- and play from there.
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One example that I can't get out of my mind is how a former co-worker and current friend of mine would call me "attractive" once in a while. Most people would probably take this as a nice compliment and while my ego does enjoy such comments I realized that being called attractive was just a label. I believe beauty is in the eye of the beholder and while I might be attractive to one person I could be ugly to another. I realized that I'm not ugly and I'm not beautiful, I'm just me. And I like me (most of the time). True beauty is found when people just be themselves and stop trying to fit in a category or be someone else. Not being yourself is an unattractive quality.
I also recently observed how early we are taught not to be authentic. I was baby-sitting a 4 year-old a few days ago and he was counting his toys out loud. When he counted he would skip the number 13 and when he got to 29 he would continue by saying "twenty-ten," "twenty-eleven," and so on. I of course corrected him on this and told him the "right" way to count. When I did this he looked at me and said, "I do it differently, I count my own way." I immediately felt conflicted. He was expressing such a strong desire to be himself and not act how society wanted him to. I did not want to stifle his authenticity. I also realized that my criticizing his counting method had caused him stress. I caused a 4 year-old stress. However, I realized that although I might be very understanding of his new way of counting, his teachers, schools, and society would not be so understanding. I concluded that in order to function in modern society and be "successful" he would have to conform. There was no reasonable way around it. I had to squash his uniqueness. I felt guilty about it though. There was a part of me that just wanted to say "Okay, you can count in any way you want." This is obviously a very simple example, like the sand castle, but it clearly illustrates the point.
The point is that our tendency to project the "right way," labels, and expectations upon others causes stress and other problems. We would all be more peaceful if we just were ourselves. This is even evident in world conflict. Different countries try to impose their values onto other countries and even use force to try to do so. This is outrageous! We all need to just live and let live. Just be yourself and let others be who they are.