I have been thinking about betrayal lately—
the splintering of trust, the shattering of expectation.
You go along, accumulating pieces of relationship, of mission; and
you collect a colorful and varied panoply that looks like truth, feels like truth,
and maybe it is;
at least,
maybe it was.
But then, in what seems like an instant, doors close, walls rise, and
those you thought you knew, those who held your fragile trust,
look at you as if you are a stranger—the other,
those others that you talked about when you were once part of the group.
The shared meal, the paths walked should feel no different than the kiss;
and yet, the faithlessness changes everything.
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Mark 11:25 (The Message)
“If you have anything against someone, forgive—only then will your heavenly Father be inclined to also wipe your slate clean of sins.”
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