July 7th, 2009

All efforts to view the Elizabeth Custer archives in private hands in Montana have failed. The owner will not allow me access to the material. I don’t blame him for being a suspicious given the fact that the Federal government overtook his property and seized historical items he acquired himself. The claim was that the material belonged to the national museum in Washington. It reminds me of the final scene of the first Indian Jones movie. I’m not giving up however. I travel to LA this week in part for work, but mostly to see my brother. It breaks my heart. But it should, I guess. I struggle everyday with trying to forgive the two women responsible for the broken man I’ll see again Thursday. Over and over again I recall Ephesians 4:32 “Be gentle with one another, sensitive. Forgive one another as quickly and thoroughly as God in Christ Forgave you.” And Matthew 18: 21-22. “Master, how many times do I forgive a brother or sister who hurts me? Seven? Jesus replied, ?Seven! Hardly. Try seventy times seven.’ I love that last verse because it reminds me Jesus knew that forgiveness, for more of us, is a process that often has to be repeated, not a one-time decision that lasts a lifetime. And so again today, I’ll pray that forgiveness seeps into my soul. I’ll have to repeat the scene again when I see Rick. It just isn’t getting into my heart. I want to insists that my prayers for this situation get answered with the favorable resolution I have requested. But God says, Chris I have a bigger plan than you envisioned for this. Trust me. I’m lousy at trust too.