Though our feelings come and go, God’s love for us does not. ~C.S. Lewis
I sat across from a middle-aged woman, a mother of seven beautiful children. A woman who knew the pain of unrequited love. She spoke of her mother.
“She told me many days, ‘I never should have had you. I should have had an abortion.'”
It haunts me, this thought that a child should know her mother would rather kill her than keep her.
Have you lost love?
Your heart leaps in your throat every time the phone rings, but the prodigal child refuses to call. There are no cards on Mother’s Day, no surprise visits pulling into the drive. Instead, there is silence that steals into quiet moments like gun shot and cannon fire.
Your eyes fill as you walk past your former-best friend’s house. You stand in line together waiting for the bus to take the children to school. You glance toward her, seeking acknowledgement, but the shoulder is turned. You shiver in the August heat.
We enter the world with soft hearts, beating the melody of love, harmonizing with the strains of joy and peace.
But at some point the aria fades into strains of discord. The lively tune becomes dark and foreboding. Dissonance plays on every instrument of your life, killing your love, mocking your peace and joy.
This is what Jesus knows.
The pain of betrayal, of neglect, of downright hatred by those you yearn to hold close . . . well, it’s unforgivable.
At least it feels that way.
But Jesus tells us there is only one unforgivable sin- denying that the Holy Spirit is from God. Confronting good and calling it evil.
And everyone who speaks a word against the Son of Man will be forgiven, but the one who blasphemes against the Holy Spirit will not be forgiven. Luke 12:10 ESV
It isn’t the prodigal saying you aren’t his mother. It isn’t the friend saying you never were friends. It isn’t even the mother saying she wishes you were dead.
Jesus knows those pains; he feels the heartache and distress.
And he forgives.
But the one who says Jesus has no power to forgive- he will not be forgiven.