Do
you often unexpectedly remember things you said or did in the past
that make you want to smack yourself or cringe?
It
seems like an everyday thing for me. One moment I’ll be whistling a
tune (in my mind of course), and the next I’ll have stubbed my
metaphorical toe on something that catches me completely off guard.
It could be an object, it could be a word (for me it’s words more
often than not), or a person's name – something that triggers your inner time machine
and send you back to a moment you saw that object or heard that one
word – and all those stored feelings come tumbling back out of the
cabinet.
It’s
not so easy to forget things. Actually, scratch that. It’s
impossible to completely forget things. We’ll always one
moment think we’ve moved on from the past, only to find ourselves
reliving it the next – usually for what seems to us the dumbest
reasons. Remembering is just too easy.
I’d
wonder if it just means we aren’t supposed to forget. Then I’d
wonder what it is I have to do to get rid of the pain, and only
frustrate myself thinking of solutions. I don’t think I could go
around and talk things out with every person or group of people I’ve
ever found myself at odds with or felt stupid around. Chances are
with some it wouldn’t do much good anyway.
So
what do we do with all this guilt?
It’s
true that sometimes being honest with ourselves or putting things
into words shows us we were really embarrassed for nothing. Even if
our actions were “not kosher” or “uncool” in the eyes of
some, our intentions were what mattered, and if they were pure
there’s nothing to be ashamed of.
However
it’s the times we know we were actually in the wrong that really
bite. When the image of the people we imagined ourselves to be
shatters to reveal replays of ugly behavior we’ve displayed, the
spirit quickly sinks 20,000 leagues under. That’s when we spit out
words like “just kill me” or “let me die”, or simply use our
own skulls as punching bags.
I’m
not gonna tell you to throw the guilt away because you’re only
imagining you were in the wrong. Some like to repaint their stories
and make themselves out to be the innocent victims every time. I’ve
done it before – but I always found that when I was truly honest
with myself, I couldn’t exempt myself from guiltiness entirely if
at all.
A
lie doesn’t really free you – it blinds your eyes. And while a
blindfolded man may be as free as one with sight, his navigational
abilities are more limited. Glossing over the details and
reinterpreting the situation in your favor will only have you
blundering around in the dark. And you will feel taller than you
actually are, setting you up for a bigger fall when your stilts get
tangled.
Where
do you go then? What do we do when face-to-face with the grim truth?
My
first feeling is that I deserve punishment. I have no right to live.
The world would be better off without me.
Then
I remember Who I’m really accountable to. I remember He loves me
even if the entire human race (including me) would brand me a traitor
and a villain and demand I pay. He paid that price for me, and has
already forgiven everything. He’s had a plan for me since before my
life even began. Where some may see a piece of living trash, He sees
a beloved child. I’ll probably make more mistakes in the future and
get lost in more woods, but I know He’ll guide me back home every
time.
All
the scornful eyes, all the judgment and branding cast on you – it
will only backfire on its owners. Because those who can’t forgive
won’t be forgiven.
To
have someone who loves you that much, someone whose opinion is the
only one that matters, who will never give up on you, who will always
be there for you, who can never be separated from you even by death,
who will forgive you no matter how terrible you think you are –
that to me is the cure for guilt,
Because
every time I remember Jesus Christ, I feel my regret and guilt washed
away.