In a couple of relationships I have found myself paying the price for others failures. For example one of my friends was hurt really badly by a close friend, so when I get close to them they sometimes respond awkwardly for no good reason. I love my friend and choose not to be offended by their awkward actions.
For some of these relationships the people realize that I am paying that price and actually ask me to forgive them. The strange thing is that it doesn’t bother me to pay the price of someone else’s faults, not when I know that healing is happening as a result. Somehow I feel like the endurance and compassion that I draw from when I encounter these moments of payment are somehow a God thing.
Furthermore, what does it mean to carry our crosses? To turn the other cheek? To Forgive?
How are we to be used to heal the people?