by Max Lucado
Grudge is one of those words that defines itself. Its sound betrays its meaning.
Grudge is one of those words that defines itself. Its sound betrays its meaning.
Say it slowly: “Grr-uuuud-ge”.
It starts with a growl. “Grr …” Like a bear with bad breath coming out defending his bone in an alley. “Grrr …”
Is this the way you are coping with your hurts? Are you allowing your hurts to turn into hates? If so, ask yourself: Is it working? Has your hatred done you any good? Has your resentment brought you any relief, any peace? Has it granted you any joy?
Let’s say you get even. Let’s say you get him back. Let’s say she gets what she deserves. Let’s say your fantasy of fury runs its course and you return all your pain with interest. Imagine yourself standing over the corpse of the one you have hated. Will you now be free? Man think ther revenge would bring release. It's NOT! Revenge is bad.
The state of your heart dictates whether you harbor a grudge or give grace, seek self-pity or taste God’s mercy.
David’s prayer should be ours: “O God, create in me a pure heart”.
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