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Christianity happens when men and women accept with unwavering trust that their sins have been not only forgiven, but forgotten, washed away in the blood of the Lamb. Thus, my friend archbishop Joe Reia says, "A sad Christian is a phony Christian, and a guilty Christian is no Christian at all. ↗
And the looks on the faces of my countrymenpassive heads bent arms at their trousers everyone guilty of not being their best of not earning their daily bread the kind of docility I had never expected from Americans even after so many years of our decline. Here was the tiredness of failure imposed on a country that believed only in its opposite. Here was the end product of our deep moral exhaustion. ↗
He didn’t deserve compassion. Sympathy. Not even understanding. He deserved worse, far worse than he had ever been given. ↗
The weekend break had begun with the usual resentment and had continued with half-repressed ill humour. It was, of course, his fault. He had been more ready to hurt his wife's feelings and deprive his daughter than inconvenience a pub bar full of strangers. He wished there could be one memory of his dead child which wasn't tainted with guilt and regret. ↗
When it comes to the crunch, coming out is the greatest of all confessions. Nothing is more difficult to acknowledge. When we become ourselves we reach right back to the time when we were conceived out of our parents’ passion. We murder their lives. There can never be any forgiveness. ↗
Oh, field flower that has bloomed, Ah, somehow, please tell me: Why is it that people hurt each other And fight? Oh, flower that blooms with the asphalt, What can you see from there? Why is it that people Cannot forgive each other? In the summer, the rain passed And the blue reflected, Small, it rippled In front of me, Without saying a thing. What do you think When your friends wilt? With those leaves that do not carry words, How do you convey your love? The summer sun is clouded And the wind fluttered. I shall sing The proof that life once existed For those who do not have a name. ↗
