I have pledged allegiance to a King who loved evildoers so much he died for them, teaching us that there is something worth dying for but nothing worth killing for. While terrorists were nailing him to the cross, my Jesus pleaded that they be shown mercy, for they knew not what they were doing. We are all wretched, and we are all beautiful. No one is beyond redemption. May we see in the hands of the oppressors our own hands, and in the faces of the oppressed our own faces. We are made of the same dust, and we cry the same salty tears." Shane Claiborne (via yesdarlingido)
I am held back by so many things, and you refuse to be held back by anything. You’ve always loved broken people, and at three a.m., when you told me you love me, your olive eyes saw all of who I am in my darkest glory.
You still think I’m worth it, and maybe, just maybe, that’s all I wanted to be.
a series of
and large defeats
and I am as
as any other
I have gotten
from there to
here…" Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers At Last (via introspectivepoet)
To my friends: I want to apologise for those times when I said I would pray for you and I didn’t. The times that you asked to have coffee, and I was too ‘busy’. The moments that I could’ve asked you how you were doing; but I didn’t because I was afraid of your answer. When I wasn’t the friend that you needed me to be.
To my family: I’m sorry for the times I yelled back at you in anger, when you were doing the best you could. For the moments when I didn’t give you a chance to explain, when I brushed off your expressions of love for me. I’m sorry for not taking the time to try to answer your questions about this God that I know.
To my acquaintances and the people I pass on the street: I’m sorry for turning away, for rushing past and trying not to see your brokenness. I’m sorry for the stares, and the judgements I formed, even though we’ve never met.
I’m sorry for the times when I’ve said, verbally or not; ‘I’m Christian’ but I haven’t acted that way. I’m sorry for not loving, forgiving, and serving you the way that He does me.
I’m just like you, a sinner, with struggles and faults, I’m sorry for ever holding myself above.
His grace and mercy are the only reasons I’m still here, asking for your forgiveness, saying that I’m a sinner and I’m starting fresh, trying each day, not to say that ‘I’m Christian’, but to love, serve and forgive like Christ has done to me." An apology letter. (via brydeewrites)
He asked me
why I was up
till 2 on a
I had to work
the next day,
and I said
I didn’t tell him
that I was waiting
for his good night.