Forgiveness can be illustrated by the hole we found in our tent. Let me
explain.
My youngest son flew in from Edmonton to be with us. To
make this possible, my wife picked him up at the airport, and then both
of them headed north to where my oldest son and I were camping in
Algonquin Provincial Park. In order to accommodate all of us on the
campsite, we had brought our old tent. Our plan was to set this up for
the boys to use, while my wife and I slept in the tent trailer. The tent
was a true relic from the past, purchased when our children, now adults,
were barely three.
The only problem was that as we set up this
antiquity, my oldest son noticed a hole. Actually it was truly not a
hole. It was more of a gap measuring about 30 cms, with extra, smaller
gaps above it.
"This will be cool, son," I commented. "Mosquitoes
will be glad to keep your company during the night."
We tried to
find a solution. We took a large plastic wrapper that had at one time
held 36 small bottles of water, and we found a means of gluing it with
some kind of sticky mixture of something. As we worked on this solution,
one of us succeeded in creating another gap in the tent. The fabric had
become so brittle that any tension on it would create more
air-conditioning possibilities. And also more opportunities for hungry,
ferocious mosquitoes!
It's quite disheartening when a possible
solution to a problem turns out to create an even bigger problem. We
could have said, "No way! This tent is worthless! Garbage can, you can
have it! Goodbye and good riddance!" Some would even have wanted to
stomp on it out of rage. Still, this wouldn't have been a solution, as
we still needed a place for our two boys to lodge.
Had we've been
unforgiving towards the seemingly usefulness tent, the garbage can would
have had a full tummy, and we would have been left wanting for a
sleeping solution. Imagine having to say, "Kids, the tent was in such
bad shape that we threw it away. You wouldn't want to sleep in such a
tent anyway, with fabric that is so brittle that it is completely
useless. Don't worry, you can sleep anywhere you would like on our
campsite. That tree sure looks to be a nice one. What do you think?"
Unforgiveness is never a solution. It imprisons us forever with
bitterness that tangles our life into knots and mosquito bites.
We decided to accept our tent as it was. We couldn't have changed it
anyway, so we made do with what we had. Off we went to the camp store to
buy patches and duct tape. The patches kept the gaps covered, the duct
tape kept the inside secure against the elements, and both of my teens
slept fitfully in the tent of their youth, awaking refreshed--and with
plenty of mosquito bites!
Forgiveness truly works!
By the
way, anyone would recognize our tent from afar. We used every coloured
patch we had. Our tent is indeed very colourful. You may use it if you
like. It might teach you a lesson or two.
Rob Chaffart