The minister could have convinced me of anything. He was so confident, had a clear vision of how we all evolved. His spiritual energy was contagious. I felt an urge to make a difference, too.
But the more we talked, the more that I sensed something wrong. It was as if the minister were hiding a part of himself that he shielded with his beliefs.
I could feel his momentum steadily diminish until he began to cry.
“What is it?” I asked
“I have a confession to make.”
“Please, tell me.”
Tears welled-up; a brief pause followed. “I’m not perfect.”
But the more we talked, the more that I sensed something wrong. It was as if the minister were hiding a part of himself that he shielded with his beliefs.
I could feel his momentum steadily diminish until he began to cry.
“What is it?” I asked
“I have a confession to make.”
“Please, tell me.”
Tears welled-up; a brief pause followed. “I’m not perfect.”
