Violets are a bizarre and eccentric kind of flower. If one could say that they have quirks, one must point to the fleeting and puzzling aroma of these highly recognizable purple flowers. Without launching into a lesson in botany, it is sufficient to reveal that these flowers contain a ketone compound called ionone, which temporarily desensitizes the nose’s receptors, thus preventing any further scent from being detected from the flower until the nerves recover. Admirers will only sense the smell of violets for a few moments before the ionone “blinds” the senses. Then the aroma miraculously returns just as fragrant as before.
Mark Twain must also have known of this phenomenon as he once commented: “Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.” Thus, forgiving our neighbor may be fleeting, hard to grasp or comprehend, but always pleasant and surprising as it returns to the one who forgives.
“‘Lord, if my brother sins against me, how often must I forgive? As many as seven times?’ Jesus answered, ‘I say to you, not seven times but seventy-seven times.'” Maybe we could say that the most effective Gospel-inspired at our disposal is our desire and ability to forgive. Life has the potential to become much more pleasant and wonderful when we learn to accept the apology we may never receive. It is a profound virtue.