I’d like to think I have a Christ-like heart.
Pure.
Humble.
Without guile.
However, in reality, my heart is a sinner’s heart, and truly, it needs to purged more than every once in a while.
For because I am not always long-suffering.
Or diligent.
Or forgiving.
Or kind-hearted.
Which I why I am so grateful the Atonement extends long and far enough to prod and filter and cleanse my heart from the sticky thickness of my wickedness.
So today, as I partook of the sacrament, listening carefully to the sacramental prayers being offered, I was pricked enough in my heart to be grateful for the spiritual surgery repentance has to offer.
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