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A powerful forgiveness

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My father, Luka Brajnovic,  had to endure very difficult situations in his life. In 1943, when he was just 24, a young journalist , a civilian, a pacifist, trying to survive in the middle of a cruel war, he was a direct victim of the violence. the train in which he was traveling, fell in an ambush. There was an intense shooting. Many travellers died. He survived but was taken prisoner. His captors forced him to walk three days without food or water. He was convinced they were going to kill him. In his diary he writes about the third day:

The thought of death appears natural and even as a lifeline. Here in a desert and unknown place, they will bury bodies who were loved, but the souls cannot be buried, not here, not anywhere. If they kill me, they may do so with the best of intentions, thinking they do an act of justice. But would that be really justice ?. Whom have I done wrong? Whom I wished evil ?. However, I reject these thoughts because  I don’t want they discouraging me. Forgive. Forgive everyone. Also to those who commit the injustice and those who, with the injustice,  have caused this chaos .

When they arrived to the headquarters of the guerrilla, they told him he was sentenced to death. He dug his own tomb along with 17 other men, and was in front of the armed guerrilla men who were going to shoot him when a guerrilla chief, who was a journalist like my father, gave the order to take him away from the line. He saved his life. But then began a long story of suffering as a prisoner.
Reading my father’s diaries, I’m deeply impressed by his sense of forgiveness, something he kept all his life and now I understand why that man who seemed so fragile had such an inner strength.

Lately I’ve been busy building a new blog dedicated to him in Spanish. Anyway if you want to take a look is in brajnovic.info

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My soul is bleeding

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I’m awfully sad. My greatest love has been grossly publicly insulted and vexed. At the beginning I couldn’t believe what was happening. But it was true. And now I don’t know what to do to console him. Stand by him more than ever. He already has forgiven the perpetrators of that affront. For me is more difficult.  But who am I to keep rancour if he has decided to forgive? I’m trying to forgive too. I have to learn so much about forgiveness. The rancour brings bitterness. Forgiveness gives inner peace. That’s true.  But what remains after such an unjust attack is the moral pain. A deep pain in the soul. Yes, my soul is bleeding.

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Remember and Forgive

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Do you hold grudges or do you believe in forgive and forget?

It’s difficult, if not impossible, to forget the suffering inflicted by people who did bad things to me. This suffering is part of my life. And a part that enriches my life, gives me experience. Also is a key part of my life the effort to forgive them and live in peace. Sometimes is very difficult but always worth it.

I had some experiences in my life, but when they happened I had already learned from my parents, both of them with very difficult lives during WWII and under the communist regime. They were unjustly imprisoned and forcibly separated. Two of my father’s brothers were killed. Those are experiences that a person always remembers.

I already wrote about this several times but my dad taught me how to live when I heard him say that since those years he had lived every day of his life fighting actively against hatred.

He never forgot what happened, but he forgave. If he could do it, how wouldn’t I, in my much more simple life? I decided to live that way also. I’m trying.

I Can’t Stay Mad at You.

 

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Forgiveness demonstrates the presence in the world of the love which is more powerful than sin.

Pope John Paul II

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“As I walked out the door toward the gate that would lead to my freedom, I knew if I didn’t leave my bitterness and hatred behind, I’d still be in prison.”

Nelson Mandela

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Fighting against hate

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Share a story where it was very difficult for you to forgive the perpetrator for wronging you, but you did it — you forgave them.

I have lived all my life with people who have suffered incredible wrongdoings and injustices and have been able to forgive, so my stories about people wronging me and I forgiving them seem ridiculous in comparison.

My parents had to endure prosecution, prison and exile. My father was once almost executed. Two of his brothers were killed. He forgave. It was not easy for him. He prayed every day the Lord’s prayer: Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us…  And he was completely honest.

I already wrote about him and his forgiveness in a post several months ago titled “Fighting hate”. I remembered then that in an interview about his life the interviewer asked my father if he hated someone from those years when all that happened to him. He answered: 

“from then I lived every day of my life fighting against hate”.

For me listening to him I t was like discovering him with a new light. I realised that something he had taught me that seamed easy and natural in him, it was actually a matter of constant inner fight, difficult, and just for that more valuable. From that day I admired him more than before.

Daily Prompt: Forgive and Forget?.
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Imperfect

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Who is the person in your life who can do no wrong? Describe this person and tell us why you hold them in such high esteem.

I’m not sure I would like a human person who can do no wrong. A perfect person? Insufferable. I need a human been like me who can understand me because he or she can make mistakes and knows what does mean to ask for forgiveness. I need people who can say I’ve been down there like you and I survived. I got up again, and again. Just like you. You’re not a monster because of your mistakes. You’re just human.

I don’t need perfection. I need love. So my precious ones are my loved ones. Not perfect but the best I can imagine. I love them so much I can’t imagine my life without them. But I love them as they are.  Not perfect. my ideal of love is the one St. Paul describes I his epistle to the Corinthians:

Love is patient,

love is kind and is not jealous;

love does not brag and is not arrogant,

does not act unbecomingly;

it does not seek its own,

is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered,

does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth;

bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never fails

Daily Prompt: My Precious