I’ve tried appraising people, determining their value based on how they treat me. I’ve tried holding on to anger, harboring resentment, and doing the necessary mental gymnastics to justify myself, even if only in the court of my own opinion. I’ve tried evaluating everything everyone else says, sifting through it to find if there’s some way I’ve been slighted. I’ve tried resisting God’s clear command to forgive as He has forgiven me, and I’ve gone to the great effort to explain—again, if only to myself—how
