Wow dude. That's deep. I'm reminded of the short story I read in high school called, The Blood of the Martyrs about a whiskey priest in some unnamed unstable country - in prison and facing death for not turning in some revolutionaries. Just before he goes to the wall he apologizes to God for being such a failure, and having sex and drinking and abusing his position in other ways. He knows he's not worthy of heaven, and he surrenders to the will of the Father knowing that his fate will be eternal damnation. As the bullets tear into him the truth is revealed to the reader that the priest does indeed earn eternal life as he has accepted that he is a faulty being deserving of nothing, and accepting that God alone is the source of all love and forgiveness.
That one really got me thinking at 17 years old, I can tell you that.
That one really got me thinking at 17 years old, I can tell you that.
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