What if we came face to face with the reality that in this life we may not be able to even the scores? Someone did us wrong and maybe we even loved that person. Would the wound scar us so badly we’d live the rest of our life nurturing the pain until it became a cancer? Letting the pain eat away at what was once healthy love, leaving only bitterness and anger. When we reached the end of our days, what regrets would we have at how precious time was wasted?
Sometimes giving someone a “pass” is not saying they didn’t do you wrong; it’s giving yourself a “pass” so you can keep your love alive. It’s choosing to leave the scoring card in higher hands.