There is nothing new under the sun here as this is not a modern day phenomena. No, being offended easily has been a source of human tragedy from the beginning. The opportunity to be offended abounds, and in many cases we are the source of our own offence we are experiencing. Luke 17:1 Then said he unto the disciples, It is impossible but that offences will come: but woe unto him, through whom they come!
There was no reasoning that could get through to his heart. My brother then cut all contact and communication with the family. Prov.18:19 A brother offended is harder to be won than a strong city: and their contentions are like the bars of a castle. Every once and a while my mother would run into him because they lived in the same town, but there was never a desire from him to be with his family. He was right and that was it.
I heard in my spirit the words, “Send him a postcard on a regular basis expressing your love for him.” I thought of an email and then I heard in my spirit again these words.” People delete emails but they hang on to postcards.” I believed the Spirit of the Lord was guiding me and I got to work on what the Holy Spirit was developing in my heart. 2 Cor. 5:18 And all things are of God, who hath reconciled us to himself by Jesus Christ, and hath given to us the ministry of reconciliation.
My brother, being a good artist influenced the type of postcards that I bought. I got a stack of cards that portrayed paintings of my brother’s favorite artists. With a bit of investigation, I found out what my brother’s address was and began to mail a postcard every week for about five months.
The messages were non-condemning and simply expressed my love for my brother. They simply said, “I saw a painting today that reminded me of you. I love you.” The next card said, “I was in a gallery this week and I saw a painting that reminded me that you are a very talented artist. I love you.” The next card said, “I saw a scene today that you would have no problem painting its beauty. I love you.” Prov. 16:24 Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones. I continued to post a card every week for about five months and never a word of condemnation.
That Sunday night my mother phoned me and said their dinner was wonderful and that my brother had softened his heart toward the family, but she could not understand why all he wanted to talk about all evening was me – his older brother. I then explained what the Lord had led me to do. Prov. 3:6 In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.
What would have been the everlasting hurts had we not reconciled from the offence? The funeral would have been laced with a lot of shoulda, woulda, coulda,