A Prayer of Confession

O Lord, help me not to despise

or oppose what I do not understand.

To each one of us, the other

is a sick, hypocritical, self-righteous,

ethnically impure religious heretic

whom God is punishing.

 

We are all enemies,

unworthy of discipleship.

We are poor souls who

neither have the time, nor the resources

to maintain the harsh rites of religious purity.

 

Neither believes the other is capable

of attaining your grace.

We are all sinners, but you said that

the promise is for all of us whom

the Lord calls to Him.

 

Everyone who believes in your Son

shall not perish, but have eternal life.

 

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