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  • Anxiety,  Fear,  Forgiveness,  Heart

    Why Offering Forgiveness is Terrifying

    Grudges are somewhat satisfying.  They are weapons we keep to remind us of our own superiority.  We pull them up at convenient moments and use them like baseball bats to remind others and ourselves that while we may have done a, b, or c, at least we haven’t done x, y, or z.  A good grudge can keep a game of one-upmanship going for years.  But for those of us who would like to let bygones be bygones, or whose conscience reminds us that grudges are not a part of an abundant life in Christ, the nitty gritty of forgiveness is fraught with fears that we are not quite sure…

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    Forgiveness,  Heart

    How to Forgive and Let Go in Five Steps

    When I was a child, the rule was that if someone apologized for taking your toy or pulling your hair, you had to forgive them.  And generally, the ability to forgive comes easily at five years old or perhaps being easily distracted serves the same purpose. I had unfortunate friends at age five, ones who delighted in teasing me or ditching me on the playground. Every time they came back, needing a third at jump rope or hide and seek, I forgave all. I was more relieved at not being alone than angry at being mistreated. This pattern reasserted itself as I got older. Forgiving small childhood slights barely prepares…

  • Anxiety,  Heart,  Imaginative Prayer,  Positive Thinking,  Self Awareness

    When Positive Thinking Doesn’t Work

    I hate positive thinking emergencies. They creep up on me at my worst moments. I stand at cliff’s edge, vicious barbarian armies closing in on me. In front of me lies the ocean. Even if I were to survive the sharp rocks that stud the cliffside, there is a sea monster waiting below, his gaping maw revealing rows upon rows of pointy teeth. I feel panic grip my chest, my throat. My hands shake. Then out of nowhere, I feel the hand of my co-worker gently squeeze my shoulder. “Try to think positive thinking,” he says, meaningfully and with sincere sympathy. “That’s it!” I think and begin to hum The…