Reap the benefits of confessing before god and man
The Lord has made me a promise that he will hear any confession made to him through me by way of this perspectives debate and will bestow a great blessing upon anyone who takes to the task with a sincere heart. He said that this business of simply saying "I have sinned" or "I have told lies" or "I have stolen" isn't going to fly. You have to go into detail about who you have hurt and how, and it has to be something that you are deeply ashamed of. He has agreed in this instance to allow anonymity in respect to your name and the names of those you have hurt. He said that he will pour his blessings out in even greater measure for those who hold nothing back in their confession. I don't need to know who you are, God knows who you are. God likes it when you are more concerned with how he judges you than how others do.
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Especially when I was younger, and even to this day I didn't and don't set as good example as I am capable of through you. Other people looked up to me and I led them astray. I looked into the eyes of parents who believed I was a good kid while I corrupted theirs. I believe I played a part in the enslavement of others and I know not how much harm I have caused. I did delight in scheming of ways to avoid the work you put before me. I put other gods before you and made it look good. The god of cheap pleasures still gets more of my attention than you and I am ashamed, though those around me still hold me in high regard. I am so broken and enslaved by my poor decisions and I know that without you I am utterly doomed. Please visit me like you did before, make it painful for me to divert my attention from you, for I am certainly a slave to pleasure and pain when I am distracted from you. 2
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I'm not Christian, nor am I particularly religious, casting aside your ego and clearing your conscience is a good exercise, so... I once cut off a baby bird's head. It wasn't for fun, it was for mercy. I was about 12 and my girlfriend's younger sister found a baby bird lying in a field (probably fell out of a tree) and put it in a box. At the time we thought that our scent would stop this bird's mother from taking it back (this is a myth). So, we tried to feed it and shelter it, but it wasn't working. We couldn't feed it properly, not could we give it the attention it needed to thrive. Because of this, I took it upon myself to end its suffering. I grabbed a cleaver and came down on its neck with it. It gave out a silent scream and then died. I placed him back in the shoe-box, went down to the creek in front of my house, lit the box on fire, and sent him downstream.
I know it had to be done, but I still felt bad about it. I figured he would die instantly, but I guess there's still a second or two after your spine is severed that you stay alive. Poor bird... I still wonder sometimes if there was more I could've do for that bird. 1
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