I am sorry, so sorry!


 

There are chapters in our lives that we would love to be able to erase. Those awful things we said and those shameful things we did seem to forever hunt us down like a wounded animal surrounded by the deadly predators in the jungle of our condemnation. Why did I take that turn? Why did I get involved with this or that other person? Why did I not walk away? Why did I so, irresponsibly let my loved ones down? Why?

 

The voices of our accusers refuse to be silent; they get louder and louder as our own guilt sounds the daily trumpet of our disqualifications. We saw the awful darkness of our own souls; the evil that fights in us conquered a great victory that day, a great victory that month and great victories for those many years. How can I ever move forward after what I did?

 

There are chapters in our lives that we would love to be able to erase. Those awful things we said and those shameful things we did seem to forever hunt us down like a wounded animal surrounded by the deadly predators in the jungle of condemnations. I want to be free from the chains of those dreadful memories! Is there anybody that can change the tragic song of my past? Is there anybody that can fix the melodies of my today?  Can someone give me the new song announcing hope for my tomorrow?

 

I am the one who betrayed HIM for a few dollars; I am the one who denied HIM three times on that morning; I am the one who yelled crucify him, even as I knew HE was an innocent man; I am the one who nailed HIM to the cross, I am the one who mocked HIM and I am the one who saw HIM dying. I am the one filled with fornications in many pages of my past; I am the one filled with violent acts and with terrifying destructive emotions that made a mark in this dimension of life. Guilty and more than guilty I am!

 

There are chapters in our lives that we would love to be able to erase. Those awful things we said and those shameful things we did seem to forever hunt us down like a wounded animal surrounded by the deadly predators in the jungle of our condemnation.  I am sorry, so sorry!

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