I usually only write once daily but I am making an exception for a very important topic. In my devotions, I just read an excerpt by Anna J. Lindgren. She wrote, “Is there a Christian of maturer years who does not carry about in his heart sensitive scars that keep breaking open, because a fellow Christian inflicted the wound? And forgiveness asked and granted never went deep enough to pour in the oil that heals and erases the memory of the hurt. And here we go, supersensitive to the slightest touch of real or fancied hurt, wrapped about with our dignified rights and our ” righteous indignation” and our wounded pride. And the wound never heals, and the work of God is arrested, because no one is great enough to be small enough to get down on his bare knees on the floor and with the towel of humility wipe the feet and heart of the offender. The pride of flesh cries out, ‘Not I! What would people think? I am the one sinned against! I must uphold my position!’ Who is the one sinned against? The One who rose from throne, laid aside the garment of light, took up the poor towel of humanity and wrapped it about His glorious Person, poured His own blood into the basin of the cross, and set Himself to wash away the foul stains of human depravity and guilt. ‘He…took a towel.'(John 13:4). I think this is beautiful and true. Often we forget God’s generous forgiveness for our wrongs and we hold on to the wrongs of others as if we were ungrateful for God’s gifts to us. We think being right is more important than being at peace. And a kind, gentle word turns away wrath. We must remember!