I’m not a mighty hunter, in any sense of the word, but I do know how to catch a monkey– (1) make a hole in a fence that is just big enough for the monkey to get his closed hand through, (2) put a large piece of food behind the hole. (3) just wait a little while. The monkey will catch himself because once he has the food in his hand he will not let go of it, even if it means he is trapped.
Before we’re too quick to judge the monkey we need to think of times we have exhibited the same kinds of behavior. Drinking some poison (hemlock) in order to hurt someone who has harmed us. How about pointing a shotgun at our own heart, pulling the trigger, and hoping the recoil of the gun will somehow harm somebody we hate. My favorite is shackeling myself to the person who has hurt me the most and giving them total control of my life.
This is what unforgiveness will do.
Why would a person do such absurd things? Well, like the monkey, we aren’t willing to let something go. In the monkey’s case, it’s food. In ours, sometimes it’s revenge. Like Shakespeare said in The Merchant of Venice “we want our pound of flesh.”
Allow me to air a bit of dirty laundry. Almost 20 years ago I perceived that i had been wronged by a sister in law. We’ll call her May. Because of May I was put into the position of having to take sides, in a family feud, if I wanted to remain part of a dysfunctional family. Not having good coping skills, and armed to the teeth with self righteousness, I set out to right all the moral wrongs that had been done. “Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord.” and I’m about the Lord’s business. When I was told if I didn’t want to dance the family dance I didn’t need to come to Thanksgiving dinner, I took revenge to one of the highest possible levels. For almost ten years I stayed away from ALL family functions. For over a year I kept my wife from seeing her family and my children from being around their grandparents and cousins.(You need to know this was a close knit family. We spent almost every Sunday and every single holiday you could imagine together). I proudly underlined Bible verses that gave me the right to stay away from May, but she still controlled my life. I could hear a comment that reminded me of her or see a lady that looked like her and in fifteen minutes time be so enraged that people working with me could see such a visible change in me that they told me I would have a stroke if I didn’t settle down. I remember a friend asking what was wrong with me and I told him my sister in law had really made me mad. When he asked me when I had talked to her I had to say 2 years ago. You’d think it had just happened considering how angry I was. May lead me around by the nose every day of my life.
God finally grabbed my heart when my wife, Debbie, was being taken off life support. With a hospital room full of relatives, doctors and nurses I apologized to May and asked her forgiveness. Oh the precious moments I wasted, all the happy family times with Debbie and the kids, times I can never relive. A few years ago I spent a few hours walking on a beach with my one time arch enemy, May. As we relive those ten years I again asked forgiveness for hurting her during that time. To my surprise and dismay she said, “You know I was never sure why you we mad at me, but it really never bothered me very much”. I was trapped like a slave, obsessed, and it didn’t even bother her. Wow, I guess I had really showed her.
I thought I’d learned my lesson, but a while ago someone hurt my little girl. And just like a man possessed I put the shackels of hate back on my own legs, took the food through the hole and won’t let go of it. Now I have a different captor leading me around daily—my unforgiveness toward May transferred to someone else. I’m not a rocket scientist, but I get a glimpse of sanity from time to time. In his book ” Velvet Elvis”, Rob Bell says we really know we have forgiven if we can pray for the person that hurt us and be happy when God blesses them. Knowing how that rascal God works He probably will bless them. So, I think I am getting it (I am a little slow sometimes). I know what i need to do with my captor: let him go, so I can be free. Drop the food. It’s not worth it.
But it’s just seems too hard. I’m going to have to think about this for a while. As I do I will sit here drinking this goblet of hemlock and dig out my rusty old knife and carve my pound of flesh, one ounce at a time, out of my own cold lifeless heart. Yeah that will show him how much he hurt us.
Or maybe I could……..
forgiveness is so tricky, i love what you shared, mike, about how you were consumed and the other person didn’t even know. that’s so how it is, the energy i have spent hating and the other person is scot-free. it is really a good picture of how ridiculous unforgiveness is…but as we all know, it is so much easier said than done. i am convinced only God’s spirit can do it in me, i have mustered and mustered and never get too far. kathy
Thanks for being so open and honest, for sharing your heart and your struggles. It helps me to move more toward forgiveness in my own situations, to hear your thoughts. I know in my head that anger hurts the person that is angry not the person the anger is directed toward, but it is harder to get my heart to act on that knowledge.