The Pure Truth series.

(This new series will be short messages under the title of Pure Truth)

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“I cannot but forgive.”

 

I have selfish reasons to forgive and that is why I want to pray the Lord’s Prayer because I cannot say in clear conscience to God for him to forgive me as I forgive those who have offended me.

 

Jesus designed the Lord’s prayer to convict and to convert those who pray in a way so that you will never be able to say forgive me unless you forgive others and partake with God in the great work of grace which is forgiveness.

A man will never be more like God than when he forgives.

 

Today, I will remember as the beginning of my end.

I am 75 years old and I don’t want anyone to feel sorry for me for being to old. I believe my old age is a divine gift because not many people reach the age of 75 in this world. Like a shadow under the sun, death has been trying to be my friend by following me everywhere I have been.

 

Death has taken my father before I was born.

Death has taken my mother.

Death has taken in my mentors.

Death has taken my child.

Death has taken everyone that loved.

Death has taken the Love of my life, my wife.

Death is catching up with me as I am because I am slowing down.

 

Interestingly enough I don’t want to run neither can I. For to me it is no longer hard to die but to live has become hard. In amazement and wonder I went to the throne of God to ask his mind for my life and he gave me the following verse.

“Father of the fatherless and protector of widows is God in his holy habitation.” Psalm 68:5

 

This is the way that my maker has led me and keeps on leading me homeward to his holy habitation. As an orphan and a broken-hearted widower, I am qualified and have been prepared through trials and tribulations, sicknesses and testing of all kinds to freely and boldly look up to the holy inhabitation of God with great anticipation.

 

The Boot Camp of my present situation, though it seems to be a wandering in the desert, it is actually He who is luring me to speak from my heart alone on my bed of dialysis and in my quiet and lonely times.

 

Oh child of the Most High God, my family and friends know this, I might not have a father or a wife or children, but thank Jesus I have never been alone.

Neither are you!

 

Your Gerry Gutierrez.

 

PS. Alexa says: It is 2:11 am.