Thirteen days ago something someone said about human beings and monsters finally made itself painfully clear to me. I believed it without the context because context doesn't matter when something is so absolute.

People want arguments for the existence of God. People want evidence for belief. People want cases for faith.

I cannot persuade you. All I have is the rude realization of a statement about human beings and monsters of which I am the argument, of which I am the evidence, of which I am the case.

It will not persuade everyone that human beings are in need of forgiveness, that forgiveness comes from the one who has been wronged.

There are a few people who know me slightly for what I am. I know better than they. And God knows the truth. I don't often ask for forgiveness. I am too ashamed, and I don't want anything but shame anyway. But what I need is forgiveness. Forgiveness and a sacrifice. And I'll take it when someone gives it to me.