As you know from pt. 2 of Rat Poison, my father chose to forgive the man who killed his mother. But what happens when one chooses not to give? What is the opposite outcome of choosing the wrong action toward unforgiveness?
I want to share with you my situation – a very personal matter that I think will help shed light on what unforgiveness does to the human mind, heart, and soul.
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Having unforgiveness in one’s heart can happen in a moment. Or, in my case, in can happen over a period of time. It may be the way someone treats you in private and then acts differently in public. It could be the way they manipulate with you being able to place your finger on the matter and dealing with it directly. It could be situation like the one with my grandmother that can cause different emotions such as unforgiveness, resentment, hate, anger, and bitterness in the heart of human.
There are many happenings that build up in a soul to produce such venom. It is like the earth-shaking volcano that slowly builds up magmatic heat and pressure only to erupt and destroy everything in its path. So it is with unforgiveness. We allow the smallest incidents to slip by. They start to play in the mind over and over like a broken record. Before we realize it, the mistreatment and manipulation has debilitated our ability to forgive. So we chose the opposite of forgiveness and live in a state of unforgiveness.
There have been few people from whom I have withheld forgives for a certain length of time. Of course, those will remain anonymous for the sake of non harming the ones I allowed to harm me. However, the impact that unforgiveness had on my life was not evident at first. No, to be quite transparent I thought I was above the poison of unforgiveness.

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Author Anne Lamott said,
“Not forgiving is like drinking rat poison and then waiting for the rat to die.”
There were two people who I was sure were rats in my life. However, I was the one dying a slow and painful, inward death. The scripture likens sin to leaven. It says in the Aramaic Bible in Plain English (©2010) “A little leaven ferments the entire lump.”
This principle applies to the sin of unforgiveness. It works its way like a snake slivering through the jungle of your mind. It takes it time and hones in on areas of godly character. These godly characteristics are love, joy, peace, goodness, kindness, meekness, gentleness, faith, and self-control. Galatians 5:22-23
Before long, this slivering snake has devoured whole all the fruit that the Spirit has born in you by the work of the Cross. Now, what was once godly, alive, and active is now fermented and rotten by the poison of unforgiveness.
Fear is one of the emotions that I had never really dealt with in my life; at least not at this level. This tangible fear peaked its ugly head above the cloud of peace in which I was living. I describe this fear as tangible, for one only knows how realistic it can be if one has been there and tasted the sourness of fear. It is a crippling, mind altering, and demonic spirit that we allow to crawl into the core of our psyche.
The reason I note fear as a spirit is because scripture is plain about the matter:
2 Timothy 1:7 For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.
Oh, how I longed to have a sound mind and know that I was walking in power and victory over fear. Let me share with you what began to happen to me over the course of 2 years once I allowed the poison of unforgiveness to work its wickedness. This is a story about one of the people for which I harbored hate.
Fear is an awful equation. It cripples the strongest of men. It breeds contempt in the heart of faith. It causes one to wrestle with the love of God. “If God cares for me, then why do I fear for my safety and safety of my family?” It causes one to be on edge. Fear it terrible. I 100% attribute my fear of this person to one thing – unforgiveness.
I begin to have nightmares of something happening to my wife Amber and my son Carson. These nightmares would cause me to wake in the middle of the night. Sometimes when I would wake the collar of my t-shirt would be wet with sweat. At times, like most when they awake in the night I would rise out of bed and go to the restroom to urinate. I hated going into that dark bathroom. Many times I would anticipate someone being behind the illusive shower curtain. I would often peek behind the shower curtain as if I was going to sneak up on my imaginary attacker.
I was afraid. I would check the closets every now and then. I would turn on the lights in our automobile to check the back seat to make sure no one broke it and waited in the dark. I would look in restaurants for this person just in case I needed to avoid contact at check out or in the restroom.
You see, I handed over my mind and made it captive to a person I never see.
“What did this person do that made you so afraid?” I figured you were wondering. Well, I will keep those events private.
The darkest part of me wanted this person to hurt. The way that we were treated or made to feel at times caused great anger for this person to build and build. If we were to see one another I made it a point that they knew that I was not going to speak. I wanted this person to know that I possessed hate for their presence. I loathed this persons name. The more I hated and resented this person, the more control they would gain – and they didn’t even know they had me!
The fear grew when the hate grew. I would hate more because I feared more. It was this vicious cycle that I could not stop. I would rage inside rather than pray inside. The hate, unforgiveness, and anger gave me a sense of power. My adrenaline would rise and I wanted to pound my chest in anger toward a guy that I never see.
I remember one instance in which this person called me on the phone and apologized for his actions toward me and my family.
I said,
“Thank you for calling me about this. I have wanted to tell you that I hate you and that I do not forgive you. Go to hell.”
I made a choice that day to remain captive to the voice on the phone. I gave him control that he did not want.
Be aware that you can give control of your peace and joy to anything that is not before the Cross. The blood of Christ is the only place ones emotions can stay clean and at rest. I truly believe this.
What would have happened if I had placed this mess before the Cross when it first began? What would have been the outcome of my mental health had I given my mind to the One who created it? Why did I not do what the Scripture teaches and forgive seventy times seven? What happened to going the extra mile with the ones who takes advantage of me? For me, it all went out the door when I chose to harbor unforgiveness.
More on Monday. Have a great weekend.
Matt