I want you to imagine with me now the following scenario. Little Johnny, who's about five years old,

been told by mom and dad, you must never play with matches. And every time they see him with matches,

they sit and they tell him why he should not play with matches. And they explain to him the danger

of playing with matches. Every chance he gets, he will find

those matches and plays with those matches. Every time mom and dad are not looking, he's playing

with those matches, so he keeps playing with them, day after day, after day. And for several days,

nothing happens. And then one day he lights that match and catches fire, and lo and behold, his hands get burnt.

He's not only in agony and in pain as he is transported by ambulance with mom and dad sitting by him,

but he is crying out in his sensitive spirit to his mom and

dad and saying, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I know you told me not to play with matches,

and I disobeyed you. I am very sorry. Any normal mom or dad is going to say, son, we forgive you. They love

the little fellow. They deeply in agony over his physical pain. They wish they can take it

upon themselves. And so they assure him of their forgiveness. And they take him and get the best

medical treatment that money can buy in order to help those burnt hands. They assured their son

over and over and over and over again that they have forgiven his disobedience. Now, fast forward,

five, ten, fifteen years has passed. And now

the boy has become an adult. And he looks at those hands and he sees those scars that no plastic

surgeries in the world has been able to obliterate. And he looks at these scars. Now he's a man.

And he said, I wonder if my parents really have forgiven me.

I wonder if my parents really forgave that act of disobedient that caused these scars.

His parents on their part keep on assuring him that they forgave him the moment.

He said he's sorry. But now the grown boy is tormented over the scars. If they had forgiven

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