I am a forgiverbecause I’ve been forgiven. My filth and my failuresfilled up every page ofevery book on every shelfof the world’s largest library.Expansive, unedited,detailed and damning,with new volumes added every day—my crimes, no matter how masqueraded or modest,sentenced me to death for all e t e r n i t y. And yet, He came in compassion,set fire to my colossal collection,burnedtotheground every last page ofevery last book onevery last shelf and said,“It is finished. You’re forgiven.Oh, how I love you!” (Selah) So, yes, it’s true—your crimeshave crushed my heart;you’ve pierced me through. You’ve bullied His bridethen balked at her bleeding—cast her asideand called it a win.How can you love the Headyet hate His body? But have Inot done as much…and more?When I think onmy salacious sins—that library of guilt—your sins against mefit on  onesmallpage. Why then do I wrestle to strike this match of mercyand burn to ashes your one-page wrongs?—wrongs that Heentrusted to me,that I might know Him moreand make much of His love. Beloved—on that Daywhen at last we see His face,behold His beauty,bask in grace—we’ll forever forgetthis brief brokenness.It will be swallowed up in perfect lovefor one another.And with that hopeheld fast in my heart,I choose again todayto live a life of love—to freely forgive…as I myself have been forgiven. —Colleen Chao