Unspoken Sermons, Series I., II., and III. — John Shaqi
Unspoken Sermons, Series I., II., and III.MacDonald, George
Religion
Unspoken Sermons, Series I., II., and III.
MacDonald, George
Sermons, English -- 19th century
This man is a _little_ nearer the truth, inasmuch as a ground of
sympathy, though only that of common sin, is recognized as between the
offender and himself.
One more will say: "He has wronged me grievously. It is a dreadful
thing to me, and more dreadful still to him, that he should have done
it. He has hurt me, but he has nearly killed himself. He shall have no
more injury from it that I can save him. I cannot feel the same towards
him yet; but I will try to make him acknowledge the wrong he has done
me, and so put it away from him. Then, perhaps, I shall be able to feel
towards him as I used to feel. For this end I will show him all the
kindness I can, not forcing it upon him, but seizing every fit
opportunity; not, I hope, from a wish to make myself great through
bounty to him, but because I love him so much that I want to love him
more in reconciling him to his true self. I would destroy this evil
deed that has come between us. I send it away. And I would have him
destroy it from between us too, by abjuring it utterly."
Which comes nearest to the divine idea of forgiveness? nearest, though
with the gulf between, wherewith the heavens are higher than the earth?
For the Divine creates the Human, has the creative power in excess of
the Human. It is the Divine forgiveness that, originating itself,
creates our forgiveness, and therefore can do so much more. It can take
up all our wrongs, small and great, with their righteous attendance of
griefs and sorrows, and carry them away from between our God and us.
Christ is God's Forgiveness.
Before we approach a little nearer to this great sight, let us consider
the human forgiveness in a more definite embodiment--as between a
father and a son. For although God is so much more to us, and comes so
much nearer to us than a father can be or come, yet the fatherhood is
the last height of the human stair whence our understandings can see
him afar off, and where our hearts can first know that he is nigh, even
in them.
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