I love breathing in the crisp cool air of this Saturday morning as I begin my walking and running ascent. There is such freedom in the release of my sweat and my breath; it makes my mind feel uncluttered, at peace. I have been reminded of that tiny seed of revenge that could sprout and grow within if fed by my emotions. And I don't want to go there, even near there. I want to dig it out of me before it ever roots. I realize that resentment, frustration, exasperation, personal hurt, self-righteous anger, the fatigue of being faithful and enduring can make a rich deep soil for revenge to grow. But today, once more, I am releasing that negative energy. I don't want to become like the one who arouses such emotions as that in me. There really is no joy in seeing the demise or destruction of another soul. There would be no pleasure in that one to gravel or beg at my feet.
Rather, I choose to model a better way, the way of being redeemed and transformed. No longer bound to just my gut reactions, my selfish wants and whims, I'll pray for salvation to come to that one. I know that it really goes against the way of man and the culture of the day, but I find such peace and joy in letting justice lie with the hand of my Lord. He has taught me to love my enemies, to turn the other cheek, to offer my very last coat to the one who would rip me off. Why is that so freeing?
Well, it's like enjoying my relationship with my canine buddy, Goldyn. He daily greets me with a happy wagging tail. He never remembers my mistakes in mishandling him, never holds a grudge for my scolds of "bad boy," never brings up past injustices I may have done, like leaving him out in the rain. Rather, he's always ready to love and hang out with me. Revenge is not a thought or instinct in his brain. Even he seems to mimic the image of Our Master, in that he faithfully loves in spite of who I am.
Running down the pavement now, I'm glad I am not bound by human nature. I am free in marking out a path, a life that may point others to my Savior. I want to always be remembered for my heart and passion, my love and mercy, and revenge, not . . .
Rather, I choose to model a better way, the way of being redeemed and transformed. No longer bound to just my gut reactions, my selfish wants and whims, I'll pray for salvation to come to that one. I know that it really goes against the way of man and the culture of the day, but I find such peace and joy in letting justice lie with the hand of my Lord. He has taught me to love my enemies, to turn the other cheek, to offer my very last coat to the one who would rip me off. Why is that so freeing?
Well, it's like enjoying my relationship with my canine buddy, Goldyn. He daily greets me with a happy wagging tail. He never remembers my mistakes in mishandling him, never holds a grudge for my scolds of "bad boy," never brings up past injustices I may have done, like leaving him out in the rain. Rather, he's always ready to love and hang out with me. Revenge is not a thought or instinct in his brain. Even he seems to mimic the image of Our Master, in that he faithfully loves in spite of who I am.
Running down the pavement now, I'm glad I am not bound by human nature. I am free in marking out a path, a life that may point others to my Savior. I want to always be remembered for my heart and passion, my love and mercy, and revenge, not . . .
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