I explained that I certainly could not forgive in my own strength. I had asked Jesus to help me. “You know,” I said, “Jesus invited us all to come to Him with our burdens. Jesus took my burden of hate from me.” My niece sat quietly for a while. “Well,” she said, “that is a Christianity I have not heard about. If you’re going to talk like that, I’ll be one of the first to come and learn about your Jesus.”
