There are families. Oh. At one time, they were loving. They spent time together on a regular basis. They laughed together. They cried together. They ate together. They celebrated together. They spent holidays together. Then something happened. One family member upset another family member. And that was it. Or maybe it was a slow fade. Perhaps over time, enough was enough. Whatever the situation. Someone decided they had had enough. And that was it. No more holidays together. No more laughing together. No more eating together. No more celebrations. There was definitely crying. But not together.
And they call themselves Christians.
Oh. There was plenty of talking. About the other person. But not with the person. It happens in more Christian families than anyone would want to admit.
I’m not judging. I’m asking. How can Christians on different sides of the argument say they love each other but then not be willing to share time? Family members or friends. Does it really matter?
I once asked someone the question. How can a Christian family who won’t spend time together talking out their issues. Forgiving each other on earth. How will they all be in heaven together? How can souls spend eternity together in heaven when they couldn’t spend time on earth together? It doesn’t add up in my book.
There were two men who did not see eye to eye. They had harsh words for each other. Harsh public words. They weren’t friends. Perhaps they could have been close colleagues, if they had tried. Oh. If they had tried, they would have discovered they had things in common. They would have also found they disagreed on other topics. Nevertheless. They never tried to close the gap. Several days ago, one man died. He was called a war hero by some. The other is called the leader of the free world. The one who died asked for the other not to attend his funeral. His request was obliged.
I try to imagine the possibilities that could have been achieved if both men had set aside their differences. If they had agreed to disagree on some things, and then work together on common ideas. But no. They chose to stand their ground and not come together.
What happens if both these men end up in heaven? Will they be able to come together and celebrate the wedding feast side by side with their Lord and Savior? Will they be able to welcome and celebrate each other’s spiritual rewards?
Can’t we be better than that? Can’t we as adults agree that we can still work together. Can’t we still be colleagues or comrades? Can’t we still be friends? Can’t we still be family even if we disagree?
Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it. Proverbs 4:23
I ask the question because I now find myself in a similar situation.
I felt she had wronged me. Done me dirty. Not once. But twice. I thought I could call her friend. I trusted her. But she hurt me again. So I’ve let her go. I’ve let her go as in I can’t see her anymore. I can’t communicate with her again. She hurt me and I don’t want to be hurt again. Oh. I’m sure I’ll be hurt again. But I don’t want to be hurt by her. Ever. Again.
Does that mean I haven’t forgiven her? Does that mean I’m holding a grudge? I don’t have angry thoughts about her. I don’t wish harm to come to her. I don’t harbor any ill will against her. But I don’t trust her. That’s it. Plain and simple.
Oh. We don’t run in the same circles. Our days are not mixed together. Our lives aren’t in the same location. So I have no reason to see her. If I saw her, it would be accidental. Unless it was planned. But I have no plans to see her.
I know healing takes time. I’m healing. Slowly. Very slowly. Perhaps, in time I would welcome the thought of a conversation. I don’t know.
But I know my judgment day is coming. I’m planning to go to heaven someday. I know she’s planning to go there, as well. So what happens when we both get to heaven? When I see her for the first time, how will I respond? How will I feel? Will I run to her with arms wide open? If I can’t do that on earth, can I do that in heaven? And if I can’t do that on earth, what does that mean? For me and my eternity?
I have to examine my heart. Very closely. Is it ever ok not to reach out?
Search me, O God, and know my heart. Test me and know my anxious thoughts. Point out anything in me that offends you, and lead me along the path of everlasting life. Psalm 139:23-24