Forgiveness brings life to what is dying. It transformed the way I relate to men. It enabled me to minister to my Christian brothers instead of alienating them. Forgiveness moved me beyond ugly divisions in the church to seek gender reconciliation. My anger was a wall that prevented me from being who God wanted me to be. It took an encounter with a wise woman for me to scale that barrier. And it is in the context of community that I continue the challenging work of forgiveness.
Sisters, when are we going to repent of the ways we hinder each other? Either by our apathy toward the pain of other women, or by our own bitterness? When are we going to spur each other on to forgive - really forgive - so that God is revealed through us?