Me: "Dude, you messed up one time."
Friend: "Yeah, but it was wrong. Wasn't it?"
Me: "...yes."
Friend: "It was wrong. And I hurt you."
Me: "...yeah."
I didn't know what to say.
It
made me really think about why I'd forgiven my friend. In his mind, he
had this badge of failure because of his wrong. In my mind, I'd
dismissed the mistake as non-relevant, and he was just as shiny and
clean as if nothing had been done. Was I discounting evil? Was he
ignoring repentance?
With the bloody sacrifice of Jesus, with the
promise of making my friend something new, can we acknowledge what
was wrong and still see the past as dead to him?
I'm giving you a challenge:
1) A character in your story has done something that is really, actually bad. Like, evil-bad. They knew it was wrong, they did it, and people got hurt.
2) Without pretending that the bad thing is okay, someone forgives the character.
3) Why?
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