I love putting puzzles together. As a child, I’d usually receive a puzzle every Christmas. Even as an adult, my mom still makes sure I get one each year.
One day I bought myself a puzzle. I spent one evening pulling out the end pieces and other pieces that obviously went together. I put them together and laid them out.
Then we had to go to Cole’s ball practice. I left my work there, expecting to return to it when we got back home.
When we re-entered the house, Chloe and Cole ran through the door because we’d told them they could have a snack before bedtime. We’ve told them too many times to count they are not to run in the house, but you know how kids are. They made a beeline for the kitchen — right past the table where I’d been working on the puzzle.
Chloe hit the puzzle with her hip and spilled the puzzle pieces all over the floor. A good bit of the work I’d done was lost, scattered in dozens of disjointed pieces.
She got in trouble for running through the house, and we pointed out the disturbed puzzle as a prime example of why we had that rule. Chloe proceeded to cry, upset she’d undone the work I’d done earlier. She went to her room, then exited several minutes later with red-rimmed eyes. In hitching breaths she told me she was sorry for running through the house and knocking over my puzzle.
I took her into my arms and hugged her.
“That’s OK, Chloe. I forgive you,” I said.
I let her go and as she went to get ready for bed, I went back to sorting through the box for the next puzzle piece I was looking for. It took a few seconds for the situation to hit me.
To me, forgiving Chloe was a small thing. To her, it was everything.
It feels good to be forgiven, doesn’t it? When you’re forgiven, it’s like a heaviness is taken off your soul. You’re no longer weighed down by the burden of your sins (Psalm 32:1-5).
Through Jesus Christ, our heavenly father made a way for us to be forgiven. For me, that means everything. But for God, it wasn’t a small thing. For God, it cost him his son.
That’s why sin is such a serious issue. That’s why we must turn from our sins.
By doing so, we honor Christ’s sacrificial death on our behalf.
The Rev. Parrish Myers is a local minister living in Braselton. His column appears biweekly in Sunday Life and on gainesvilletimes.com/life.