The story of
A story of
So, there I am in the mountains of Colorado, two days into fasting and silence and trying to pray. But my mind was busy. Even after two full days of it, I was not filled with a warm feeling of good will toward humanity or union with the divine. I was filled with regret and self-incrimination. I sat on that mountain perseverating on my mistakes and sins and misdemeanors – sure that those things outweighed all else about me. All the ill spoken words and secretly selfish motives, all the friendships lost and betrayals large and small.
And that’s when I heard it.
11 words came to me from – would it be a form of spiritual self-flattery if I said – from God?
11 words, because I’m pretty sure I could not be trusted with more…
The 11 words I heard on that mountain were these “but what if you have already been forgiven of all that?”