Lewis Smedes, in his book, Forgive and Forget tells about a self-righteous man named Fouke whose wife betrays him. Superficially, he forgives her, but secretly he hates her. Every time his secret hatred boils to the surface, an angel pops a stone in his heart until the man is stooped and bent under their weight. Ever been there? Maybe you’re there now. First, I’m sorry; few things are more painful. But how do you move beyond that? I have one piece of advice: Choose to forgive
She came into my office holding a crumpled letter. She stared at the floor for a while, and then said, “I can’t get beyond this. I can’t forget what she said to me.” I asked for clarification. “This letter,” she said. “The things she wrote in it. They’ve destroyed my life.” “How long have you had the letter?” I asked. “Three years,” she said. “How many times have you read it?” I inquired. “Oh, dozens of times,” she said, “maybe more.” “Give the letter to me,” I said. “What?