I
have been thinking about the text that was preached on Sunday, the
unforgiving servant. We come to the great King of Heaven with empty
hands, in debt to Him for everything: life itself, and grace, and all
the gifts He lavishes on us. Yet all we can say is, ‘Have patience
with me, and I will pay thee all I owe,’ while all the time we
could never pay anything towards the remission of our own debts, if
God did not put into our hands the means to do so. And then, how
often do we go away and refuse pardon for some slight fault in our
neighbors, withholding our love, remaining aloof, or even nursing a
grievance against them, and building up grudges that cool charity.
– Saint
Teresa Margaret (Redi) of the Sacred Heart
