Lovely Brother
You have hurt my family so. If it isn’t attacking our father for his imperfections and how he has seemingly made you into a monster it is our mother because she has wronged you in some made up way that you hold so tightly to. We are only 17 months apart and the childhood you relive and cling to is so foreign to mine, how can that be? Except for the fact that a bitter heart stores up lies to stoke its fires with and for that I feel so sorry for you. You say you are alone in this world and everyone hates you and no one understands you and everyone owes you so much. You are right about one thing, you are alone because you don’t rely on Jesus and you have driven the rest of us away. Those of us you “allow” in your life is just so they can listen to you go on about how great and superior you are, when we all know that you are really dying inside more each day. How has this made me feel towards you?
Utter hatred, I loath you with a loathing I’ve not felt since our dad fully lost his mind and the fallout from that had me reeling. Today, I heard a wonderful sermon on Jesus discussing forgiveness. I learned that sadly, both parties have to be seeking the Lord and reconciliation. Since you do not seek reconciliation but worship and for us to bow down to you and your delusions, I have to settle for working this out in my own heart with the Lord. I realized that I would have to first see what the Word says about forgiveness.
There is Matthew 18: 21 and onwards. Jesus tells Peter that we are to forgive 70 times 7. That is 490 times so for a moment I thought I could make a list of all the things I’m angry with you about and if it exceeded 490 times, which I was sure it would, I was off the hook! I could hate you and never forgive you! I was beginning to rejoice in the release from this duty, when I read on. Jesus told the parable of the king, who forgave a huge debt and then the servant wouldn’t forgive a small one and so he was imprisoned because he could not forgive. I reread the Lord’s prayer that said, Forgive me as I forgive others who trespass against me. Ouch, I knew that I had sinned against the Lord far worse than you against us no matter how much hurt and destruction you had caused. Then I read Mark 11:25,
“And whenever you stand praying, if you have anything against anyone, forgive him that your Father in heaven may also forgive you your trespasses.” He keeps repeating that truth. I had learned from Dad that this was true, but how was I going to forgive you, when you do not even want forgiveness. In your arrogant, self-righteous state of I am better than the whole world and smarter too, you would never accept this gift and would be angered and run away from me for even offering it. So how was I going to forgive you? That was when I remembered that I couldn’t. I admit it, I can’t forgive you. The flesh that is Dani wants to lash out at you. I want to tell you all about how much of an idiot I think you are and that you need to look into your own heart and mind to find your problem because that is the only cause. I want to scream,
“How could you repeat dad’s former insanity when you know it was crap? Are you stupid? Do you not see that the only enemy of you is you?” However, I must refrain, because a bitter heart is also a blind heart and it wouldn’t matter how loud I screamed it, you would not hear it and would only become darker and angrier.
So I have to run to the Lord and the Holy Spirit to fill me with forgiveness for you. I realized as I sat there thinking about you that I was having a tough time recalling good times, all I could remember was the pig. This was wrong, I knew that, there were many good times and I had to find them. I had to relive them and hold on to them because they were the truth. What you have become is as much a lie as what you hold so near to your heart to justify your horribleness. This brother was not really my brother but an ugly heart-sick flesh-trapped brother that I needed to love anyway, I needed to remember him before he got sick. It was then that I remembered our great-grandma, dying of cancer and what our lovely Mother said to me once,
“Dani, don’t worry about going to see her now, remember her from before she got so so sick.” And that my brother was what I was going to do for you, remember you from before you got so sick.
I remembered our dancing to Psalty and the Music Machine, singing Bullfrogs and Butterflies. How we would sing Humble Thyself in the sight of the Lord in perfect harmony in the bathroom, a round even, that is how talented we were!
I cried as I remembered basketball until 4 in the morning during those lovely summer nights and Mom making us funnel cakes for breakfast. How many times we were on a team and Josh and who ever was on his team would beat us every time, or we would split up and what ever team had Josh would win every time.
I laughed as I remembered the time you chased down a baby mouse with a shovel and accidentally cut off his nose. The look of horror on your face, and you were going to kill them any way!
There was the snake that you told me to shoot inside your mind, and I argued with you out loud, freaking you out because apparently now your sister could read your mind.
I remembered working in the garden with you and bike riding until we collapsed. Races against the oncoming rain and the mud war we both lost so badly. To the point we looked like towers of mud with eyes! Chopping the pine wood for mom, helping grandpa gather wood, bring in potatoes or clean animals, what ever was on the menu that week.
Picnics to the secret place with Mom and how you and Mom accidentally dropped me in the water. That was so funny!
I thought about shucking corn in the yard and the wonderful play we wrote but never got to perform. “No Excuses” would have been a hit, had we ever been able to get the funding for production!
Our tree cave in the back yard, how much fun! I remembered the later years, when somehow school became an issue and competition between us grew fiercely. I couldn’t believe the difference, we were lost unto each other for a while. But like a breath of spring fresh air, there was the post high school years. When I was in college and then we were friends. How you and my college best friend dated for a while and those were some great times too! There was the Chicago field trip and the Marine Pool function. There was the good bye for your boot camp and the hello at your graduation. There were the road trips to visit me in California and I you. Both Marines and both siblings, the hilarious visits and then you found the woman of your dreams.
You know it seems at this point our story ends, for some reason you became very sick and it looks like it might be terminal. But I love you always, I cling to these memories and many more. I will relive them each time I nearly get distracted by the sick brother who now inhabits your face, voice and body. I forgive you and when you are not sick any more, when you finally learn that God has to fix you from the inside out and that there is no one in the world to blame for your problems, I will be there, waiting with open arms. Until then, forgive me for keeping you at arms length, for not wanting to be around you so that you can hurt me again. For not visiting or talking to you, because I want to remember you before you got sick.
Here we go again
13 years ago