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Friday, July 3, 2009

Forgive Me


The Cafe is welcoming Guest Barista, Gery today!


Matthew 6:12. NKJ

And forgive us our debts, As we forgive our debtors.


The waiting room was full. I pulled a number 135. I just knew it would be a long wait. Next to me sat an nondescript woman. Everything about her was a brownish gray. I looked around and knew most of us were here to get our pension applications in. Every one was around the same age, 65.


I took out my papers and gave them a quick glance over. Everything was there. The woman next to me said:"Excuse me, can you look at mine?"


I felt instant resentment boiling up. Why did people not make sure they had everything in order, before they showed up. I said:" OK, let's look". I saw her name date of birth and Nationality, German. Thought nothing of it.


I started asking questions, while going through her papers and she noticed my Dutch accent.

"Forgive me!" she suddenly said. I looked up, surprised and asked: "What?"


"Forgive me for what we did during the war."


"The war? You were just a child, just like me. You did nothing wrong."


Then she told me. She told me about the war and how they had to go to school and salute the hated flag. It was a Lutheran village and most of the kids did not salute the flag. There parents told them it was wrong, she did not understand the why of it. She was only 8. Then one morning soldiers came in black uniforms. They told the kids, if they did not salute the flag they would be shot.


The little girl in front of her did not salute.


She was shot!


She told me how scared she was and that she SALUTED the flag.


She was crying now. People were looking at us. Her sobs were loud.


Again she lifted her tear streaked face to me and said: "Forgive me!"


"You were just a child" I said again. We were standing now, facing each other, no longer aware of the others in the room.


"Please, please, for just one time in my life I want to here some one say, I forgive you" she cried.


I did it, I said: "I forgive you!"


We stood there oblivious to all others. We hugged each other and both cried. Cried for the sorrow and the abuse of war. The sorrow we both had gone through. The hunger, the pain and the fear.


Calling number 135.


Father, help me to always understand what a great gift, forgiving really is. A great gift to others, but also to oneself. To forgive, or to be forgiven, gives us a new hope. A hope to live. A hope to love.


And forgive us our debts, As we forgive our debtors.

In Him,

Selemat

Gery is Canadian resident. She and her husband are involved in mission work. She calls herself a "grey haired, 70 year old senior." She has been blessed with 5 children and 23 grandchildren and has been married nearly 47 years!


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4 Comments:

Blogger Faith Imagined said...

This is such a wonderful devotional! I am totally crying!!!

July 3, 2009 at 8:32 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What a blessing to you both and to us the readers. Thank you for sharing. Thank you for being open to God's leading.

Gaylene

July 3, 2009 at 8:50 AM  
Blogger Wendy said...

Where's the tissue? What an experience, how many times do we take being forgiven for granted? Thank you for sharing this with us.
Be Blesed

July 3, 2009 at 11:06 AM  
Blogger Denise said...

This was beyond beautiful, bless you.

July 3, 2009 at 9:04 PM  

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