Confession

Lord, I am not kind.

I do not know what love is.

My lips know the word kindness

My heart is like a sleeping student in a class room

Where the teacher stares at me with compassion, saying,

“Father, Forgive him. He does not know what he is doing.”

Lord, I have not sacrifice anything.

I have grabbed all the things in my hands.

When I pray, I did not open my palms toward you.

My face is turned red when I hear you, saying,

“Go and do likewise!”

Lord, now I am turning my back from you

I came to you with great questions

I heard all the wonderful stories

At the end of the day, however, I had to face you, saying,

“Sell all you have and give them to the poor. And follow me.”

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