Thursday, December 15, 2011

Enemies in Friend Clothing

"Some people are meant to stay in your heart but not necessarily in your life." 

Powerful - and true. For any zodiac sign, except mine. 

I lost my best friend in the world at age 12, therefore, I call very few people 'friend.' And even then, I do so with caution. It has recently come to my attention that one person I called friend has decided that I not the person I have portrayed myself to be. 

interesting. 

Now granted, in past posts I've openly admitted to being someone very unhappy with who I was. The result - my open and ugly use of the power and trust people had put in my hands. I've since asked for forgiveness from as many people as I can. Knowing now who I am as a person, friend, and brother, I just can't live that life any longer. I've repented to God above and I feel like his love has granted me a clean slate. 

So how is it that even though God forgives me, this friend (who professes to be a man of God) can't do so himself?  In fact, he has gone above and beyond to not only harbor these feelings from the past himself, but to transfer his distaste for me to others. Effectively, he has made my wrongdoing seem to be a condition of my character and not a fault in my actions. 

Seems ironic to me. 

It always those people finding the greatest fault who are completely blinded to their own. Not the fact that I have looked past this friend's molestation attempt or this blatant disrespect for people I love, but that I have taken a nonjudgemental stand seems to have me a bit frustrated. 

I should let it go. Give up the friendship. Right? But a part of me that has always and will always be loyal simply can not extinguish a torch that I so fervently lit. I'd like to say that I am leaving this one to the master. But a part of me feels like I should say something, point out the fact that folk can all of a sudden become so self righteous that they can play judge and jury. I guess it's the easiest way to forget their own sentencing is around the corner. 

Ah well. I assume that one day (soon) the truth will surface, make all of us free and he'll hide in the recesses of life as usual. 

I await the verdict.