There are times in life when the soul aches, not because of what it has done, but because it has been misunderstood. You try to speak, but your words fall unheard. You try to explain, but your silence is louder. You know your heart is clean, yet it is covered by the dust others throw. And this pain, so quiet and invisible, cuts the deepest.
It is not the pain of guilt, but the sorrow of innocence left alone.
In these moments, one remembers Jesus. He too was misjudged. The purest love was mistaken for rebellion. The healer was treated as a threat. The truth was labeled a lie. And still, He remained silent, not because He had nothing to say, but because His love was greater than His need to be right.
He stood before Pilate with eyes full of peace. He heard the cries of the crowd, yet spoke no resentment. He carried the cross, not as a punishment, but as a gift. And from that wood, with blood on His lips, He said, “Father, forgive them.”
This is love that the world cannot understand. Love that bleeds but does not blame. Love that could call angels, but chooses to kneel in mercy. Love that sees deeper than the wound.
To be able to take revenge and still choose not to. To be in a position of strength and still bow down in gentleness. This is not weakness. This is divine. This is Christ living within a human heart.
Forgiveness does not say, “You were right.” It simply says, “I choose peace.” It does not erase the pain, but it transforms it into something sacred. A wound given to God becomes a wellspring of grace.
When we forgive, even in the silence of our hearts, we walk the same road Jesus walked. A road of thorns, yes, but a road that leads to resurrection. A road where no tear is wasted, no cry is forgotten, and no act of love goes unseen.
The world may misunderstand, but heaven understands completely.
Let hearts break if they must, but let them break with love. Let dignity be mocked if it must, but let it be wrapped in forgiveness. For in this quiet suffering, something eternal is born. Something stronger than power, louder than defense, and more beautiful than vindication.
To forgive, even when it hurts, is to hold the heart of Christ. And that heart never goes unheard by God.
Zabenthung Dominic 
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