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"i have often said,"i forgive you," but even as I said these words, my heart remained angry or resentful. I still wanted to hear the story that tells me i was right after all; I still wanted to hear apologies and excuses; I still wanted the satisfaction of receiving some praise in return--if only the praise for being so forgiving.

But God's forgiveness is unconditional; it comes from a heart that does not demand anything for itself, a heart that is completely empty of self-seeking. It is this divine forgiveness that I have to practise in my daily life. It calls me to keep stepping over all my arguments that say forgiveness is unwise, unhealthy and impractical.It challenges me to step over all my needs for gratitude and compliments. Finally it demands of me that i step over that wounded part of my heart that feels hurt and wronged and that wants to stay in control and put a few conditions between me and the one whom I am asked to forgive." --Philip Yancey

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