1. I used to think I was not an easily angry person. I was wrong.
2. I used to mask or filter my less desirable traits by holding my tongue. I held onto that ability to restrain as a kind of holiness.
3. In fact, it just allowed me to ignore the corruptions in my heart, because I wasn't letting them see the light of day. Or, rarely.
4. Injustice brings out a rage that I cannot control or restrain very well.
5. I think it's repulsive that I am more personally offended by injustices on the hockey field than I am by injustices in brothels in Phnom Penh.
Save me from myself. Make me clean.
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