A Revelation Unto Myself

It's 7 AM, a late start for Browne, but not as late as that time I got rolling drunk on tequila and woke up in a ditch 35km to the west of Tijuana, at 2PM in the heat of the afternoon, lying on a cactus I must have mistaken for a pillow.

But I digress. Today's sermon is about the sin of Browne, and how he spent the night uncovering a revelation that the story he's been telling himself wasn't exactly true.

After he finally got his shit together around thirty-five years of age, he believed that he always had a good heart; he was just misguided.

Well, that can be said of anyone, or most. No, I did things I rationalised as good but were shitty, I was a shitty person, not the worst, but still shitty.

I see now that I'm full of sin, that I don't make the best choices, and I've hurt people.

This revelation hasn't crippled me; it's a catharsis, a chance to let go of rationalisations and justifications and make a serious effort to do better.

I'm born again in Christ, and if I felt I didn't know what I was talking about before, I'm even less confident in my ability to judge what is right or what is bad now.

Which is a positive because I've spent most of my life in judgment.

Now I have to find a way to get the plank embedded in my own eye.

Short of ripping out my eyeballs completely, I hope and pray that I will be less quick to judge others and refrain from using my tongue to correct what I do not understand and do not know.

On a lighter note, I found a freckle under my pillow this morning. It's great to start the day with a delicious chocolatey treat.

God Bless.