Take great care for yourself, for an embittered spirit is a plague like no other. Should you become infected, the life in you can be slowly snuffed out. It is frightfully contagious and by it many are defiled. More deadly than any cancer, it is relentless in its destructive swath, wiping out friendships, annihilating families, and destroying any and all joy that lies in its path.
By it many great works for God’s people have been snuffed out, revivals squelched, and the unity of the Body of Christ turned to ugly bickering and putrid rancor.
Bitterness is a vile poison that that numbs reason, mutates compassion into merciless hatred, causing some to emotionally murder the persons they love the most while laying the blame at the feet of the victim of their anger.
Oh, the regret that weighs down the heart of the bitter man, and yet even as the wounds fester and deepen, the bitterness hangs on like a relentless parasite, sucking the very life out of anything that might otherwise offer joy or peace.
Finally, you become what you always believed you were – a victim. A victim betrayed by your own inability to forgive the perceived failure of those around you; finding yourself hardened, embittered, and alone.
For the person infected with an unrelenting bitterness, there is but one hope: A heart transplant. You must ask the Lord Jesus for the gift of a new heart; soft and gentle, untarnished by the venom of bitterness, a fitting replacement for that hardened and shriveled lump that once was a heart, but is now only a vial of seething anger and resentment.
Do not believe the lie that tells you “If only others would change, I would not be so bitter.” For indeed, their change would do nothing to save your heart. It is not someone else that must change, but I must be changed by the deep richness of God’s mercy and grace.