It has been a long, hard climb to the top of this mountain. I must admit i had anticipated the satisfaction of arriving at the top and surveying the delightful panorama from horizon to horizon.
“See?” i imagined myself saying. “How beautiful is forgiveness as she sets, filling the expanse of the heavens with waves of brilliant hues. A holy trinity is she–not resentful, pardoning completely and cancelling all debts. As the Spirit cannot touch one of you without your being touched by both the Father and Son, so too no one part of forgiveness can touch one forgiven without the other parts embracing her as well. Now you know that this lady is as i described her, and even more breathtaking than my feeble words could say.”
Yet when i reached the summit with my companions, i opened my mouth but no words came out. My jaw fixed open as though i was the comical tin man, i stared dumbfounded at the horizon.
“Soc, you mustn’t stand their with your mouth wide open.” said Jane with whimsical smile. “You’re in peril of catching a fly!”
“From the look of him, I doubt Mr. Socrates would notice if an entire swarm took up residence on his tongue!” laughed Phil.
“I do believe he might be in shock,” said the good doctor with a grin and a wink of her eye. “Perhaps i should wrap him in a blanket.”
“Why, you’d think he’d never seen the forgivenesses before!” said Chuck, slapping me on the back.
His slap seemed to clear my head enough to see that i was not in a dream. There on the horizon was not one setting sun, but three. The forgivenesses, as Chuck called them, were not a trinity at all, but a triad.
“What do you have to say about the lovely triplets, Soc?” asked Chuck merrily, and in reply i recited:
The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge. There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard. Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world. “One of the psalms, i think,” Chuck replied thoughtfully.
“Yes, Psalm 19.”
“Come, Socrates,” said Jane and the doctor in unison. “Come sit with us and watch them set in all their glory.”
And so i did.
it has been a beneficial experience and I thank you and the rest of the Endless Forgiveness Debate Team as well.
You all are the best!
Hey I was really glad you were there to help me out. Thanks again. :tiphat:
Hello Dr. Piano, and thank you for the prayers. 
:irish2: Have a great evening and may God Bless You.scarlet405
Time for a new one maybe???