When we forgive evil we do not excuse it, we do not tolerate it, we do not smother it. We look the evil full in the face, call it what it is, let its horror shock and stun and enrage us, and only then do we forgive it.  ~Lewis B. Smedes   

My experience has taught me that forgiveness isn’t warm and fuzzy.  While forgiveness isn’t a feeling, I’d add that it doesn’t have to mean the lack of feelings either. 

It’s inhuman to be immune to pain.  We were made to feel.  Problem is, we are afraid we will feel too much.  In turn, we suppress, drown, and deny those feelings—never allowing ourselves to own our hurts.  It’s okay to hurt, it’s returning hurt for hurt that is the problem.  It’s one thing to feel like wringing someones neck—an altogether different thing to attempt to sabotage someones’ life.  

Over the years it has become more and more obvious to me that there is no room in the Christian experience for “I’ll get around to forgiving you when I feel like it, when I’m good and ready.”  There are those foolish guides who will tell you that your feelings will not lie to you.  Let me respectfully and adamantly object.  You can feel wonderful about yourself and not know the first thing about forgiveness, while the next guy can feel lower than a snake in a wagon rut about himself and have forgiven those who have sinned against him.  Forgiveness has never been about feeling good.  I have found that I can be downright depressed and be very forgiving all at the same time.

1 I therefore, a prisoner for the Lord, urge you to walk in a manner worthy of the calling to which you have been called, 2 with all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love, 3 eager to maintain the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace.  ~Ephesians 4:1-3, ESV

I’d say it’s safe to assume forgiveness is our calling.