Woundedness, resentment, unforgiveness and healing

These are forms of spiritual junk, which is anything that hinders us from being what God intends us to be. While there are many kinds of spiritual junk, I will address three: woundedness, resentment and unforgiveness.

Woundedness: someone has hurt us, and the emotional scars are still there. We know they are still there because when we think of the person or the hurt, it’s painful. If we don’t address this, our woundedness can fester and become ‘infected’ and result in ill will and resentment. Resentment can turn into unforgiveness, and that is spiritually dangerous. If we don’t forgive the other person, then God will not forgive us. Forgiving someone does not mean that we condone the perpetrator’s actions. It means we allow God to administer justice, we let go of the resentment, and we ask God to heal us. It begins with a decision of the will. We may not feel the forgiveness in our hearts yet; that (usually) takes time.

How do we go about the process of healing? We begin by asking God, by praying. If our hearts are such that we don’t want to forgive, we start by asking God for the desire to forgive. Then we ask God for help in letting go of our hurt. This will most likely take some time. It may help us to close our eyes and picture Jesus, the divine physician, holding our heart in His sacred hands and healing our brokenness, our wounded spirit.

How do we know we’ve forgiven or been healed of the wound? We know when we think of the individual or the incident and it no longer provokes an emotional reaction in us.

Copyright © 2015 by Theresa M. Williams

Miracle of the purificators

Kevin and I had come home from a Marriage Encounter weekend and noted that the purificators were quite dirty with purple stains. (A purificator is a white linen cloth used to wipe the cup after each one receiving communion drinks the precious blood.) I put the purificators in the bathroom sink and used whatever stain removers I could in order to remove the stains. When I had scrubbed and scrubbed and done the best I could, I rinsed each one. Both of us could still see hints of purple, but the stains were much better. I remember saying “Okay Lord, I’ve done the best I can; the rest is up to you.” I then draped them over a round surface so they would dry. I forgot all about them until the next morning. When I saw them, I looked but couldn’t see any purple stains, so I took them into a more well-lit area. I was astounded! I couldn’t find a single trace of the purple stains that were obviously still there the prior evening. I told Kevin about my finding and showed him, to which he replied that the Father takes care of the precious blood of His Son. Wow! What a statement! We both felt lumps in our throats as we contemplated what had occurred overnight. We felt it truly was a miracle.

Copyright © 2015 by Theresa M. Williams