I forgave someone once.
They had a different countenance that day. The bubbly, full-of-joy person I saw one day didn’t show up that day. That day they were embarrassed, and maybe a little sad.
The last time I saw them, they were joyful and singing in church. That day they were solemn, and confessing that they had done something wrong.
But I believe that the joyful person from the first day was still in there. Today they were just covered up by the pain that sometimes comes with telling the truth.
Appearances can be deceiving.
Because maybe that joyful person in church was covering up the solemn person that sometimes does things that are wrong. And maybe that day the solemn person was covering up the joyful one that is usually there. I don’t really know how they “usually” are. And the truth is that it doesn’t really matter.
Someone once said (in reference to those of us in the Church) that we just clean up really well.
Because sometimes I am the joyful one singing to Jesus on Sunday morning. (All the while, knowing about the not-so-great choices I have made.)
And sometimes I am the solemn one knowing that I don’t always make the best choices. (All the while, knowing the freedom that comes with the light.)
The difference is my bad choices usually stay in the dark. And that day, theirs was brought into the light.
And the really beautiful thing is that there is freedom in that light. Though they may not feel it right away.
Because sometimes it’s like when your eyes have to take some time to adjust to the light after they’ve been in the dark.
Especially if it’s been awhile.
But in the light there is warmth & love. And hopefully that’s what they remember from that day.