Not Offended
        
        
        
              You ask, “Why don’t people love me when I
         love them so much?” They don’t love me when I
         love them either. When you are most like me you
         will love them anyway.
        
              You remember how I taught you to let the
         offense pass through you to me and then to let my
         love pass through you to them.
        
              Where there is no need, there is no offense.
         For this the flesh has to die. A dead man cannot
         be offended. Only spirit can love like this. Only
         the spirit can forgive.
        
              I have died. You can reckon yourself dead
         with me. But don’t stop there — you can reckon
         yourself alive with me in the spirit.
        
              Then I can trust you with my hurting ones.
        
                                  From the Secret Place

By Jewell
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