As far as the east is from the west so far hath he removed our transgressions from us.
That is an amazing thing.
I think of the distance between New York and LA and it causes me to say, ” O Lord, What love you have for me? I cannot reach my hand across the continental divide to retrieve my sin.”
Then I see the night sky, and the space between earth and the sun is more than I can comprehend. Yet the 93, 000,000 miles is a short distance when considering the size of the cosmos. From that distance, my sin is smaller than a speck in someone’s eye. Speachless, I pray, “Great Father, what wonders are in the stars and yet they are greater than can be imagined, because they are a wall of separation between me and my transgression.”
Finally, my mind’s eye rests on the ever-expanding universe. That is something I can never imagine let alone understand, still You insist my sin is farther than that! “Great and marvelous are Your works, O Lord God, the Almighty; Righteous and true are Your ways, King of the nations! Who shall not fear, O Lord and glorify Your name? For you alone are holy; For all the nations will come and worship before you; for your righteous acts have been revealed.” Revelation 15:3, 4
My heart sings, “Thank you for Your righteous act of mercy, and that Your unbounded grace to me has been revealed.”
As I ponder these things, I suddenly stumble on some family member’s unfinished work. In an instant, my revelry changes and I rehearse the many times I have had to ask for the job to be finished. I consider the reasons why this person cannot consistently remember such a simple task? Then my mind reviews some irritations that linger in my soul. I weigh the balances and remind myself that he/she allegedly has more offenses on it than me.
Finally, I devolve into the mire of censure and those lips which had praised the Lord, chide one of His children.
Why is it so easy to rejoice at the removal of my sins, while holding on to the errors in other’s lives? It is a morbid dichotomy.
I love forgiveness, but do not give it.
At least not like He does.
I get over the injury, I look the other way, but the record remains on my score card.
And at the slightest hint of recidivism my defenses are up and running.
Heaven help me!
That is not forgiveness.
Forgiveness looks like this:
“It is You who has kept my soul from the pit of nothingness, For You have cast all my sins behind Your back.” Isaiah 38:17
“Who is a God like you, pardoning iniquity and passing over transgression… He does not retain his anger forever, because he delights in steadfast love. He will again have compassion on us; he will tread our iniquities underfoot. You will cast all our sins into the depths of the sea.” Micah 7: 18, 19
“I, I am He who blots out your transgressions for my own sake, and I will not remember your sins.” Isaiah 43:25
That is the kind of forgiveness I want to develop.
I want to forgive others to keep them from the pit.
I want to forgive others because I delight in love.
I want to forgive others and cast all their slights against me, behind my back.
I want to trample unforgiving memories under my feet,
cast them to the depths of the sea
and for my own sake remember them no more.
I pray the Lord rip my mental scorecard and send the pieces to opposite sides of the universe.
“But if the wicked will turn from… his sins… his transgressions that he hath committed, they shall not be mentioned unto him…” Ezekiel 18:22Share This: