Anybody else remember blowing right past those No Trespassing signs as a kid. They were usually nailed to a tree at the edge of the woods. And honestly, nobody cared. It was just a shortcut to make it to school before the first-period bell. Hop on some old path, cut across someone’s property, and pop out on the other side a few minutes faster. The sign felt more like a suggestion than a rule. But trespassing feels very different when someone crosses into something that belongs to me — my time, my trust, my reputation, my relationships. When that happens, it’s suddenly not a harmless shortcut anymore. Something in me knows it’s wrong and wants the score settled. This Sunday at BCC, we’re wrestling with what it means to forgive when someone trespasses against us, and why letting go of what we feel owed might be one of the hardest — and most freeing — things we ever do.