“I repeat, it is impossible for you to forgive. » No, no... not me, I didn't say that. The preacher on my car radio made this absurd claim. My attention was caught when I heard him repeat it again. Lord, who is this man? This guy is a weirdo; why does my local Christian radio station allow it to continue? Are they not convinced of this distorted truth? Not wanting to hear any more of this false preaching, I smugly reached for the off button, but before I could send him into deafened oblivion, he caught my attention again. “Wait… don’t dismiss what I’m going to tell you next, listen to me. Intrigued, I decided to wait a little longer and give him a chance to correct himself. Listen, friends, I'm asking you to think honestly about those people who hurt you. I don't want to just name those who hurt you and just "say" that you have forgiven them. I mean, have you forgiven them to the point where you no longer feel upset when you think about their offense? Okay, he's got my curiosity on alert now. With a raised eyebrow, I looked at the radio, waiting for what it would be, what he was going to say next, and thinking, well, no, I can't really say "that." He continues: “It’s because it’s impossible. . Despite your best efforts, we are completely incapable of truly forgiving others on our own. This is why so many of us wander in the confusion of saying we forgive, while holding on to these offenses, and this inner turmoil holds us back in our Christian walks. » Woe…okay, move on. By this time, I had started conversing audibly into my car radio. “If you want to receive that complete forgiveness that the Bible teaches us, you must first admit...... middle of paper ...... I turned around, looked up to heaven from the angle it looked like he was gone and I realized what had happened. I heard the holy voice of God saturate my inner being with, “It is done. » If you had goosebumps, you should have been there! The varied emotions associated with the memory of the acts of indecency imposed on me instantly vaporized; and I was filled with a depth of love and compassion for my brothers that I had never felt for anyone before. Certainly, it was not a human experience of love that I had ever felt on my own. As I began to praise God, and for the first time in my life, I thanked God that I was the victim and not the perpetrator and that I didn't have to do it. living with the tormenting guilt to which they were slaves. I started praying for their salvation that day, because now I was only filled with God's mercy for them, as his children too..