Posts Tagged: forgiveness

Conflicted on Fathers Day?

For two months out of the year, I’m the Queen. Special things happen to me like breakfast in bed, poems written in my honor, days planned just how I want them, parties and dinners out. The servants bend over backwards to spoil me rotten. That’s because I have a birthday in April and Mothers Day in May. I milk those cows till there’s not a drop left.

But this year, by the time Mothers Day rolled around, breakfast in bed was a little lack luster. Cold toast, cold coffee. Hm. I diagnosed the servants with Extravagant Indulgence Fatigue, and thought I should give them a break from their dutiful spoiling. That’s what a good queen would do, right?

Now it’s Fathers Day, and the servants are busy crafting, decorating, and preparing special treats for their daddy. Sweet and Sassy have mountains of camouflage duct tape, empty shoe boxes, and their dad’s favorite candies. Something marvelous will emerge from the pile just in time for Sunday, and it will be my turn to bring the breakfast in bed.

Special events like Fathers Day pile up in our memories like the craft mound currently in my daughters’ rooms. If you rummage through that pile of memorable images, you may find some things you want to keep, some things you want to throw away, and some things that stick to you like duct tape.

Maybe it’s easy to keep the happy memories of riding on the back of your dad’s motor cycle, or playing that duet together on the piano, or hugging goodbye as you left home and he exhaled the unforgettable words, “I’m proud of you.”

But there may be some memories that aren’t so good, like the time he said he would be there but never showed, or when he flew into a rage filling you with shame, or when you wanted his shoulder to cry on and he didn’t know how to give it.

Fathers play a significant role in the family. A father’s presence, actions, and tone leave a powerful aftermath in the heart of their children. Fathers Day should be one of celebration, gifts, phone calls and thank you cards.

But what if it’s not? What if the relationship is broken? What if he is gone?

What if the painful memories of the past seem to cling to you so tightly, you have trouble letting go? Here are a few steps to get unstuck from past father wounds:

  • Recognize the wrong doing and call it what it was. You don’t have to address your father face to face about past hurts, in fact, I don’t usually recommend this. But between you, your journal, a counselor or friend, recognize the pain of your past. Recognize that it cost you something. Naming it is the first step in letting it go.
  • Make active decisions toward forgiveness. You can’t do this step without doing the first one. But once you’ve recognized the pain and the injustice, then determine to forgive and let it go. Your father was imperfect, and loved you imperfectly. When you accept him in this way, you’ll find that you will accept yourself more easily too.
  • Pray for the good. By actively praying for good, blessing, joy, strength, happiness for your father, you’ll experience the pain of the past losing its stickiness. It just won’t be as significant anymore. Even if he is no longer living, do this anyway. Time is irrelevant to God.
  • Write a Gratitude List. Write down all the things you are thankful for in the past and in the present. As you meditate on the good, the bad will lose its power. Your brain likes repetition because it causes expediency and efficiency. Give thanks, rinse and repeat. The more you train your brain to be grateful, to focus on the positive, to let go of the bad and keep the good, the more automatic positivity becomes.

When I wrote God Unwrapped: God is Love but not the Kind You’re Used To, I wrote it to the person who had sticky father memories. I wrote it to the person who had a hard time relating to God because they had a hard time relating to their own dad. If that’s you, give yourself a gift this Fathers Day by strengthening your relationship with God, the ultimate Father.

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Struck by Forgiveness: a Response to SPU’s Tragedy

I saw a fender bender by my street the other day. The lady in front was completely caught off guard. Jaw dropped, wide eyed, and totally stunned when she was hit. That is how I feel about the statements I heard Seattle Pacific University’s President say this morning on KIRO Morning News. After the brutal shooting on campus yesterday that killed one student and sent three others to the hospital, President Daniel J. Martin was asked, “What would you like to see happen to the shooter?”

After a long pause, he responded. He wanted the young man to know he is loved. He wanted him to know that the university community does not understand why he showed such an act against innocent people. He wanted him to know that as people who have been forgiven, the SPU community wants to show forgiveness to him. 

I was struck. Just like I’d been caught unawares. Rear ended.

Nothing can replace the life that was taken. Nothing can bring back the peace that was stolen. Nothing can make the trauma of yesterday disappear.

But forgiveness can help us move on.

Last night I saw Disney’s Maleficent in the theater and felt the same struck sensation. The SPU tragedy and the movie are completely unrelated, other than they happened on the same day for me. And both left a meaningful impact. Maleficent wielded the same wicked power she did in the first Sleeping beauty. But this time, something deeper, more meaningful was taking place.

SPOILER ALERT (skip to the next paragraph if you don’t want to have a little taste of the movie). The story of hatred and revenge was the same.The damage was done, the curse was irrevocable, forever death was the result of jealousy and betrayal. Until… Until true love’s kiss, which has everything to do with humility, and taking ownership of your wrong doing, and saying you’re sorry and feeling the pain you’ve caused someone else.

Struck again. Slack jawed, eyes wide, knees cut out from under me. 

That’s what repentance and forgiveness do to us. Both are surprising. Maybe because we don’t see them happen often, or maybe because we don’t seek them out.

I was struck so deeply, because I know a little bit what President Daniel J. Martin was talking about when he said those who are forgiven, can also forgive.

I know what it means to hurt someone you love. I know how it feels to do the unthinkable and wish with all your heart you could take it back. I know how it feels to have no alibi, no justification, no good reason, to be completely empty of excuses, with only an apology to offer.

And I know what it is to be forgiven.

Struck again. By kindness, by a willingness to start over. By forgiveness.

Forgiveness is not bringing back what was lost. It is making a path for what’s next.

Being forgiven is like breathing fresh air after being choked with exhaust fumes. It’s like jumping in the lake after sweating on the beach. It’s like getting ice cream after being the last strike-out of a losing season.

God, being forgiven is good.

In the shooter’s case, I don’t know how it will turn out. Will he see what the pain he caused and repent? Will he grieve what he’s done? And even if he does, it can’t bring back life. In the movie, Maleficent the Villain *SPOILER ALERT* sees the pain and is devastated by it’s truth. She has a change of heart, and worlds are restored. Life doesn’t mend itself as quickly as it does in the movies, but one like this can show us a path.

We, who come to the end of ourselves, and own the humility of hurting another, can easily be overwhelmed by shame and guilt. Shame and guilt tell us we are broken, bad, stupid, flawed, unforgivable, forgotten, ugly and worthless.Thank God, shame and guilt don’t have the last word, not since a thing called forgiveness was invented.

Forgiveness tells us we are merely human, doing what humans do, and that forgiveness transcends flawed humanity, one humble choice at a time. We get new chances, and do overs, and bright mornings.

Thank you President Daniel J. Martin for reminding us that though all has been taken, we still have the power to forgive. Thank you Maleficent, for reminding us that though we let the worst of ourselves hurt the people around us, it’s never too late to ask for forgiveness. And thank you to my friends and family who struggle along side me, giving and receiving forgiveness and grace. Maybe that’s what it’s all about anyway.

When have you been struck with forgiveness? On the receiving end or giving end? I’d love to hear about it.

Little Gifts Unwrapped: Frisco Eats Chirp

Hey- thanks for visiting. I’m making some videos since it’s a bit easier to watch and listen while you’re doing other things. Enjoy! Here is the video version…Little Gifts Unwrapped: Frisco eats Chirp

And here is the written version:

It was Easter weekend and my eight year old daughter and I decided we wanted to become urban chicken farmers. The idea of chickens roaming our back yard making eggs for our breakfast seemed lovely. The notion that our black lab may be a problematic variable crossed my mind, but I was sure that I could convince him that Chickens were our friends, not food.
We went to the farm and feed supply store and picked out our little chicks. Evelyn named them, Cheep, Chirp and Loudy. On the ride home she cuddled them, cooed over them and was generally smitten with their cuteness. I dropped her off at a play date while I set up the new coop.
I brought the chicks inside the house to keep them warm and went back out to the garage to get the supplies. From the garage, I heard a crash. I knew immediately that the unthinkable had occurred- that the beast had attacked our new pets. I screamed and ran into the house, where I found a lifeless, slobbery chick laying at the foot of my crazed, wild eyed black lab. I ordered him outside to finish the job he’d started and I rushed to save the survivors. It looked like Cheep and Loudy made it. After securing their safety in a locked car, I made a few phone calls to some chicken farmers so I could find them a new home.
Gone were the urban chicken farmer dreams. The chicken infanticide happened on good Friday. I knew I had to break the news to Evelyn. I picked her up from her play date and carefully explained that our HOA would not allow chickens in our neighborhood. I thought I may be able to get away with not telling her the whole truth. She furrowed her brow and said, “Our neighbors already do it. W should just do it and not tell the HOA.” She knew this is what I was planning to do anyway. Then I said,” well, there is one other reason we can’t have our chicks. Frisco ate one.”
Oh, the weeping, the mourning, the tears as she accepted the truth of what happened. Then I told her that I had to find a new home for the chicks at a nice farm up the road. And Evelyn said with a flash of anger, “We should have found Frisco a new home, and kept the chicks!”
Nothing would console her. All day Saturday she refused to even look at our dog. Imagining him eating one of her precious little chicks was too much for her. That night, she and I watched an animal show on television and it had a segment on birds. Frisco was laying on the floor underneath our feet. There was some cheeping from the television, and he immediately perked up and started hunting! Like Pavlov’s dog, he was conditioned that cheeping sounds meant a delicious snack! That just poured salt in Evelyn’s wound.
By Easter morning, she came to me and said, “I think it’s time that I forgive Frisco. He was just doing what dogs do.”
Nothing could bring the chick back, but because of forgiveness, a girl and her dog could be friends again. God invented this transformative concept of forgiveness that has the power to mend what’s been broken. Because of Jesus’ sacrificial love, losing all so we could gain, creating a means by which we can have relationship restoration, we can be restored to God. The things we do because of our humanness, won’t separate us from God anymore. God freely offers us forgiveness. We can say to other people who hurt us, “I think it’s time to forgive. They were just doing what humans do.”
Ephesians 1:7 and 8 says, “In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God’s grace that he lavished on us with all wisdom and understanding.”

As we receive this grace for ourselves, we are better able to offer it to the people around us.

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