Fairness


Repentance
Repentance

It doesn’t seem fair, that once a person becomes a believer in Christ, that all his sins are forgiven (past, present, and future). However, I am so thankful that God has forgiven my sins (hypocritical, I know). It’s hard for me, as a believer, to watch another believer commit sin, and that person simply continues daily tasks with, what seems to be no repentance. It’s one thing if a person is doing something wrong and is not aware of it, and a completely other thing when a person out rightly knows that what he/she is doing is a sin. Throw into the sack society, culture, family politics, gender cliches, etc. Praise be to God, for loving all of us sinners.

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Who Am I?


A poem by a person named Bonhoeffer, who was imprisoned.

Who am I? They often tell me

I stepped from my cell’s confinement

Calmly, cheerfully, firmly.

Like a squire from his country-house.

Who am I? They often tell me

I used to speak to my warders

Freely and friendly and clearly.

As though it were mine to command.

Who am I? They also tell me

I bore the days of misfortune

Equally, smilingly, proudly,

Like one accustomed to win.

Am I really all that which other men tell of?

Or am I only what I myself know of myself?

Restless and longing and sick, like a bird in a cage,

Stuggling for breath, as though hands were

Compressing my throat.

Yearning for colors, for flowers, for the voices of birds,

Thirsting for words of kindness, for neighborliness,

Tossing in expectation of great events,

Powerlessly trembling for friends at an infinite distance,

Weary and empty at praying, at thinking, at making,

Faint, and ready to say farewell to it all?

 

Who am I? This or the other?

Am I one person today and tomorrow another?

Am I both at once? A hypocrite before others.

And before myself a contemptibly woebegone weakling?

Or is something within me still like a beaten army.

Fleeing in disorder from victory already achieved?

Who am I? They mock me, these lonely questions of mine.

Whoever I am, Thou knowest, O God, I am Thine!

 

This poem resonated with me. Though I am not imprisoned, I sometimes feel like I am. I was born and raised in America, but now living in India. I love being here, however Its hard for me. There’s so much I want to say, but don’t know how. It’s very hard for me to express my feelings.