I sat on the back porch steps, observing my six-year-old granddaughter attempt to teach the game of Frisbee to her deaf playmate. She launched her new toy through the air. “Come on, Anthony. You can do it!”
Anthony shook his head. Kyra coaxed until he tried and succeeded. In his excitment, he hugged the yellow toy and refused to return it. Kyra begged, but he laughed, playfully holding it just out of reach.
Bursting into tears, she ran to the side yard. Anthony laughed, and her back stiffened. She spun around. Glaring at him, she seized a big stick from the ground.
I leapt to my feet. “Kyra! No!”
My little girl looked at me. Her shoulders sagged and tears puddled in her hazel eyes. Dropping the stick, she darted into the front yard, sobbing. No longer laughing, Anthony followed her. Minutes later they returned. He shrugged and dropped down near the porch steps. Picking up a piece of colored chalk, he began drawing pictures on the sidewalk. Kyra stood stiffly a few feet away. “He was mean to me, Grandma. I’m angry.”
“What are you going to do about it?” I asked quietly.
For a few moments, she thought about it, then grinned and nodded her head triumphantly. “I’m never going to speak to him again forever!”
“Oh,” I ventured. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
Kyra’s grin vanished. “Why not?”
“Well—” Lord, please help me here. “—if you don’t forgive Anthony, you can’t be friends anymore.”
Kyra’s eyes grew wide. “We can’t?”
She climbed the porch steps and snuggled into my arms like a wounded bird. After all, they had been friends since they were babies. I held her close while stroking her silky blonde hair. “Besides, Kyra, Jesus wants us to forgive others, even when they hurt us for no good reason.”
“He does?” That clinched it. She wiggled out of my arms and joined Anthony on the sidewalk. He looked up, smiled, and handed her a piece of bright blue chalk.
Her crisis over, I marveled at how easily my little granddaughter had acted once she knew what God wanted her to do.
Wouldn’t our world be a much happier place if we were all so quick to forgive those who hurt us?
Focus: “Love your enemies! Do good to them! … Your reward from heaven will be very great, and you will truly be acting as sons of God” Luke 6:35 (The Living Bible).
What do say? Is it possible today’s chaotic world be a better place if we were quick to forgive? Why or why not?
(This blog post adapted from a piece published by Together in Faith in my ten-year column, Love With Shoes On.)