Surprised at sudden confrontation, I feel the tears sting.
Without prompting, I am blamed.
Defenses deep inside threaten to overflow.
"But I say to you who hear, love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who abuse you." (Luke 6:27)
I know this command.
I remember what this Savior did when He was reviled.
I realize what my response should be, but I fight it hard.
"Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse them." (Romans 12:14)
Oh, how my heart wants to be angry.
This undeserved shame and pain gives me a right to be, doesn't it?
I've been wronged!!!
"Then they spit in his face and struck him. And some slapped him." (Matthew 26:67)
And I am stopped.
"But Jesus remained silent..." (Matthew 26:63)
Father, forgive them...