Apr 18, 2005 09:54
I was in the Financial Services building at 9:37 this morning, leaning on the counter waiting for the woman to process my payment. And in the cubicle next to hers, on the side wall, there was a white piece of paper with black writing large enough for me to read without my glasses. It was a passage from Luke paraphrased to say something I have read before in different forms regarding the merits of forgiveness. It addressed the angry person, the slighted person, the worst parts of us all - of me. It started by saying that we all have anger, we all feel the injustice of someone getting away with something, but that being angry lets her/him get away with it by placing the burden on you. It continued to say that letting go frees you and then switched to reminding that everyone has a need to be forgiven. And while I cannot find this passage online, as it seems to be a revised version of the Bible passage's ideas, it obeys the rules of talking to vice and ire. It validates, it offers improvement, it recalls sin. I needed to read it, and I need to hold on to it because my constructs aren't necessarily reality, and my dreams don't usually come true. I don't want to change my plans because I think they are the best fit for what I need - and maybe there's some Cialdini commitment thrown in there, but wouldn't it just be nice for things to work out how I'd like them this once?
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