​34. Crisp on Our Tongues

Seventy times seven is an almost inconceivable number. And maybe that’s the point.

We all get a little lost in our anger. It’s righteous and delicious, a deep bite into the apple. It sits crisp on our tongues. It is an all consuming flavor.

It makes the wrong thing right, and sometimes, we can even skew it in the name of Jesus.

But really, what are we doing?

I know a lost heart who’s taking their pain out beyond the inches of their skin. They’re selectively dicing away at everyone around them.

It’s devastating to watch and devastating to endure.

And yet? Forgiveness. Who am I to weigh another’s pain? Who am I to snuff out grace for the sake of my own righteous pride?

Who am I to withhold the very gift Christ gives me each moment of this little life?