So now I pray again –
Oh, God, forgive me for my selfishness. Forgive me for thinking that I am entitled to air conditioning and pillow-top mattresses and cute shoes while your children are starving to death without you all over the world. Forgive me for being so thankful that you died for me that I neglect to acknowledge the fact that you died for them. Forgive me for choosing to love my neighbor only when he speaks my language and showers every day. Don’t let me forget that you reached out to touch the leper, stinking and covered in open wounds. That poverty and disease do not scare you, although they surely make you sad. That you died to save an entire world. Don’t let me forget.