I finished reading The Shack yesterday while I was at work during a lull. But when I was at this wonderful horrible part where Papa (God the Father) asks Mack to forgive the man who murdered his little girl, I started to cry and had to watch the door to make sure no one would come in to find me in tears. Thankfully, no one did. Anyway, that is totally beside the point of this post, sort of. One of the themes of the book is loving as God loves, even those we deem unworthy or evil. This doesn’t mean excusing evil, but seeing those who commit evil as He sees them–misguided and hurting children (i.e. Mack forgiving his daughter’s murderer).
It continues to surprise me just how unloving and unforgiving I can be. I have to make a conscious effort everyday to supress the mean in me and see beyond the exterior to the beautiful scared people that were created by the same Person who longs to redeem them. It’s almost easier, though, to love people who don’t know Jesus versus those who do. This is so sad, and it’s not a problem with the believers, it’s a problem with me and my heart. With me and my sin. It is not my responsibility to sit in judgment of my brothers and sisters in the Christ, or anyone, for that matter. I need to learn to give my frustrations to God and let Him take care of them. Because when I don’t give them over, they begin to eat at me, frustrating me further, and building a wall of bitterness and disgust. Loving people is hard work.
On my last post I said that I’d love a weekend at the shack, but now I think I need a daily visit. On the other hand, I don’t really need to go anywhere. He is already here, I just forget sometimes.