“You have heard that it was said to those of ancient times, ‘You shall not murder’; and ‘whoever murders shall be liable to judgment.’ But I say to you that if you are angry with a brother or sister, you will be liable to judgment; and if you insult a brother or sister, you will be liable to the council; and if you say, ‘You fool,’ you will be liable to the hell of fire.
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In my youth, I recall this conversation repeating itself on multiple occasions. I would sustain some injury, not one which would send me to an ER only to my mom for comfort or bandaid. Later, when the bruise appeared, mom would say, "Wow, you really did hurt yourself." There was always that hint of realization that I needed the bruise in order to prove my injury. That is the problem with judgements, insults and name-calling. We don't always see the bruise. Rarely is there someone bleeding out or limping wounded in our presence because of our flash of anger or thoughtlessness. The insidiousness of spousal abuse is that the abuser learns to cause injuries that will not be as visable in public. Perhaps what makes for peace is being able to see the bruises. We cannot begin to heal our wounds and treat our anger as long as they remain hidden.
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Let there be peace and let it begin with me. Amen.
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
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