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After
a three-hour delay in my flights departure caused by fog in
a cold, northern city, I settled wearily into my seat. I thought
about how good it would feel to get back to home and loved ones.
My thoughts were interrupted. Do
you mind if I take one of the seats here? a friendly, polite
voice asked in well-pronounced English.
Sure, no problem. Just let me
move these things out of the way, I answered without looking
up, struggling to squeeze my bag and thick jacket into the seat
with me. I turned to see a man in his late 20s with a very charming
smile, waiting patiently in the aisle. As he moved past me, took
his seat, and arranged his own belongings, we exchanged small talk
and introductions.
His name was Robert, and he was actually
working for the airline, traveling this route to inspect the service.
Half an hour later, Robert was showing me photos on his laptop computer
of his wife and their adorable two-month-old son, whereupon I took
out my own photo album and told him all about my husband, children,
and grandchildren. It soon seemed like we had known each other a
long time.
Jesus, please make a way for me
to be a blessing to Robert in the short time we will sit together
here, I silently prayed during a momentary lull in the conversation,
when the flight attendants brought us a meal.
As I pushed my fluffy jacket further
down in my lap in order to get the tray table down, our conversation
continued. I asked Robert whether he enjoyed his work, then about
other aspects of his life. He asked me similar questions, and I
told him how as a Christian, I found the strength and answers for
the many challenges I face each day by reading the Word of God and
communicating with Jesus through prayer.
Robert answered that he loosely followed
a Buddhist philosophy, and believed that it was important to do
his best to be good to others.
Then, after another short pause as
the flight attendant served us coffee, he said: I try to be
good to everyone, but, you know, I have a very deep problem that
I cannot solve, no matter how I try.
He went on to tell me of a very deep
hurt he and his family had suffered. He confessed that he felt great
hatred toward the ones who had done this-people who had never acknowledged
their wrongdoing to him or his family, much less attempted to make
restitution. If these people would at least apologize, I would
forgive, but I will not until they do. This is impossible for me.
Have you tried to forgive them,
Robert? I asked.
It is just impossible for me,
he repeated, shaking his head and looking down.
Then this is the kind of forgiveness
that God specializes in, and He can help you to do-because with
Him, nothing is impossible! I reassured him.
Our discussion of the matter continued
a while. I shared my own experiences along the lines of dealing
with bitterness and resentment over past hurts or setbacks for which
I had felt others were to blame. I put in simple words for Robert
the teachings of Jesus regarding loving even our enemies. Jesus
even forgave those who crucified Him, I said.
Jesus brought a miraculous transformation
in my life when I received Him into my heart. I went on to
explain how He had helped me not only to forgive, but even to leave
the hurt and anger behind and go on to love those who had wronged
me. I admitted to Robert that this was nothing short of a miracle
of God, and assured him once again that Jesus could do the same
for him.
Robert, however, came back to his
beginning argument. They dont even admit that they did
anything wrong! This makes me so angry inside! I relive the pain
every time I think about it.
Robert, I said, I
think you can see that the bitterness you hold inside is hurting
you more than anyone. You are allowing someone elses actions
to control the way you feel and think, but you can be set free from
those negative emotions.
Besides, did you ever stop to
think that possibly these people dont apologize or admit they
did wrong because they themselves are ignorant of the matter? It
is very likely that their pride keeps them from understanding that
they behaved so badly, and therefore need to make amends.
I dont know, Robert
began. At that very instant, a young woman passed by me in the aisle,
swinging her purse behind her. It knocked my cup of coffee right
into my lap, over my jacket, and down the legs of my jeans. After
grabbing as many tissues and napkins as I could find, I mopped up
what I could of the spill and resigned myself to the fact that the
rest of the mess would remain until I got home.
Only then did I glance down the aisle
at the girl responsible for the mishap, and saw her waiting outside
the toilet, totally oblivious to the minor catastrophe she had caused
in seat 25C.
I turned to Robert, who had caught
each detail as well, and I said, You know, that girl didnt
see what she did, so I guess I cant expect an apology. Now
I have the choice to let this incident ruin the rest of my trip,
or just go on with life and not let it dominate my thoughts and
emotions. I choose to let God help me, even with this relatively
small matter. Its not too much for Him to help me be happy,
if I give Him a chance by asking!
Robert looked toward the ceiling,
nodded his head, and rather sheepishly said, That is quite
a fitting illustration!
Shortly afterward, our plane reached
its destination, and Robert promised that he would give our conversation
a good deal of thought.
The happy ending of this story is
that Robert visited me a few days later, and prayed and accepted
Jesus as his Savior. Now he has the gift of Jesus love in
his life, which gives him more mercy and understanding for others.
And not only that, but Robert has the knowledge that he himself
has been forgiven for his wrongdoings, including his lack of forgiveness
toward those who had wronged him in the past.
For Robert, the road to total freedom
from bitterness began with one step-that first step of simply receiving
Jesus into his heart, and asking Him for the love, wisdom, and power
to forgive. The wonderful truth is that Jesus offers the same to
anyone who will simply ask.

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