My brother has been in and out of jail his whole life.
2 years, then 5 years, then 11 years, now he’s doing 18 years to Life.
Yeah, that’s a lot of time.
For some reason, this last bid (jail term) did something to me.
In and out, in and out, in and out.
It made me cold. I was mad.
Mad to the point where I basically ignored his calls and letters for the first 5 years of his jail term. I didn’t send him any money or any packages (I agree, shame on me). I was upset and sick and tired.
Until this one time when God interrupted my day, speaking to me (in his deep voice) by saying, “He’s already punished, why are YOU punishing him more?” In shame, I almost fell to my knees.
WHY, AM I!!??
Who am I to not forgive him and not be there for him.
As if I myself had never been to jail.
More importantly the fact that even though I’m a much different person today, I STILL fall short, ALL-THE-TIME.
What if God got sick and tired of me?
What if after a certain amount of sins God stopped being there for ME.
A cap on forgiveness? (OUCH!). I immediately ran to BJs, put together a package, and sent it to him along with a money order… And I’ve been holding him down ever since.
Take a look around you, are YOU punishing someone, more, right now? (They don’t have to be in jail either)
Are you expecting to be forgiven, when you yourself are not forgiving? —————————————————————————
“Lord, how often will my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? As many as seven times?”Jesus said to him, “I do not say to you seven times, but seventy times seven.” ————————————————————————— Free Yourself.
I hope you understand me.
The 3Sixty House