Novel & Cerita What God Does Not Forgive

He fell at his feet in panic. “I swear I didn't mean to, I'm sorry.” He apologized hoping it'd be able to reverse what he had done. “Do you know what you just did? His grandfather thundered, hoping Axel would realize the gravity of what he had done. It was going to cause him to forfeit his status as a god. “That's not how you prove your love to someone. “You killed a Luna.” “I didn't mean to, I swear.”

"But-" "But nothing. Why do you feel so entitled to look at someone whose situation you know nothing about, and wish them something as unfortunate as hell? God doesn't care about your sins, Zara, God cares about your repentance. God is the most forgiving, and God does not judge because He knows His creations makes mistakes, but as long as they find their way back to Him, that is all that matters. I don't want to hear you dooming anyone else to hell and I don't want you entertaining anyone dooming you to hell, got it?" he didn't wait for me to respond, "now, I think I should run you a hot bath with some rose petals and scented candles and have you relax after all of this."

But now that money was all I cared about, something about it made her deeply uncomfortable. In the end, I got the car. But Sarah's face stayed sour. My mother looked at me with a mix of annoyance and contempt, like she was thinking, 'See? This is why you'll never be classy.' I didn't give any of them a second thought. I just turned to leave. And then Lucas hugged me from behind. "I forgive you, Jason," he said, playing the part of the loving little brother. Before I could even react, he collapsed onto the floor. His face twisted with fake terror as he looked up at me.

Though there are still secrets to unfold, still she’s holding to Helios’s promise. “Beige. Don’t put toys inside your mouth.” Zoe called the attention of the boy who was playing with the toy car her mom bought yesterday. Her mom also accepted Amanda’s son. Just like her, the child has nothing to do with what Amanda did to the family. Beige is also a blessing to their family. So, they should forgive her. Her mommy is right. God forgives us no matter how tough our mistakes are. Why can’t we? Zoe can forgive her, but she can’t promise that she’ll be good to her. Because every time she sees her, the sight of Amanda irritates her eyes.

While Alejandro raged and Erin screamed, the violence only deepened the girl’s trauma instead of helping her heal or smoothing the path to forgiveness. Yes, what he had done was unforgivable, but people can change. No one is beyond the possibility of being forgiven; they are not God to withhold mercy. If the Creator can forgive, perhaps Erin—a gentle, pure-hearted woman—could find it in her to forgive someday.

What other truths have my preconceived notions hidden from me? I realize that forgiveness isn't merely a gesture of appreciation; it's not about giving a gift to the person being forgiven. Rather, it's a gift to myself—a chance to release the burdens I no longer want to carry. With this understanding, I find the strength to forgive Alejandro for the years of abuse and for using me, Diana, and the baby for his own gain. I forgive Fina for crashing my celebrations in a misguided attempt to humiliate me and belittle Dean. I even manage to forgive Liza and Hugo for putting me in this situation.

"That wasn't entirely my fault." "Point stands that Dad's not really looking forward to a new renovation or remodel or relocation right now. So what's happening? Can't you go over and apologize or grovel at the rest of us?" His eyes twinkled. "It might not be on brand for the whole Bearer of Wrath bit, but it'll be fine, I think. I think the goddess would forgive you just a few moments of being… not chosen and upright. She loves love and all that." “It’s not that simple.”

I will give up my life for my daughter. But here in Jason’s arms all I can do is cry. I am crying because my Dad is a preacher. I am a sinner and I know where sinners go. I know I can ask for forgiveness but God only forgives the way we forgive others. And I hold grudges. I have a list of every person who has wronged me.

“Forgive me father for I have sinned or I’m about to sin, I really don’t know which one it is.” Abigail said with her hands clapped together as she looked up at the Imam standing in front of her. She shouldn’t even be here but she’s been having dreams, dreams that she couldn’t talk to her catholic priest about. She couldn’t even confess it. “I’m not your religious leader, here, your sins are between you and Allah, you don’t have to confess anything to me because I do not have the power to forgive you.” Imam Tariq responded.