Homily – TWENTY FOURTH SUNDAY IN ORDINARY TIME YOUR RECORD IS NOT YOUR NAME 09-13-26

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📖 Sirach 27:30—28:7; Psalm 103:1–4, 9–12; Romans 14:7–9; Matthew 18:21–35

A man once prayed, “Lord, please give me the strength to forgive everyone who has hurt me. And Lord, if You could arrange for them to realize that I was right first, that would really help.” I suspect God hears quite a few prayers like that. So perhaps we should begin more simply: Lord, help me remember the mercy I have received before I start counting what everybody else owes me. Amen.
Peter comes to Jesus today with a mathematical question: “How often must I forgive? Seven times?” Peter thinks seven is pretty generous. Most of us would probably negotiate downward. “Lord, how about three? And does that include family?” But Jesus refuses to give Peter a number because once you start counting, you are keeping a record. Then Jesus tells a story about a man with an enormous debt. The debt is forgiven completely. Yet the moment he walks outside, he finds someone who owes him much less and demands payment. His problem is not that the smaller debt is imaginary. It is real. His problem is that he has received mercy without allowing mercy to change him.

There is something about that Gospel that sounds different inside a jail or prison. In here, words like debt, judgment, record, sentence, release are not religious abstractions. Some of you know what it feels like when people look at your record and decide they know your entire life. They may know the worst thing you ever did, but not the best thing. They know the charge, but not the childhood. They know the case number, but not your mother’s name, the person you love, the child you miss, the nights you regret what happened, or the man you are trying to become. And here is the extraordinary thing about God: God knows more about your record than anybody else does, and He still calls you by your name.

That does not mean the past does not matter. Mercy is not pretending. Forgiveness does not erase consequences, make evil acceptable, or require you to trust somebody who is dangerous. Some wounds happened long before anybody entered this place. Some came from parents, partners, streets, betrayal, abandonment. Some happened in here. Sirach understands that anger can feel justified. But he also understands something else: eventually anger can become another kind of cell. The door may be open, but we keep living inside it. Forgiveness is not saying, “You didn’t hurt me.” Forgiveness is saying, “You hurt me, but you don’t get to decide who I become.”

Then Paul gives us perhaps the most important sentence of all: “Whether we live or die, we are the Lord’s.” Not the DOC’s. Not our past’s. Not our mistakes’. Not even our shame’s. We are the Lord’s. Psalm 103 says God removes our sins “as far as the east is from the west.” God does not confuse accountability with identity. He can tell us the truth about what we have done while still seeing what grace can make of us. And if God refuses to reduce us to our worst chapter, perhaps we should be careful about reducing somebody else to theirs.

So go back to that little prayer with which we began: “Lord, help me remember the mercy I have received before I start counting what everybody else owes me.” Maybe there is somebody you are not ready to forgive completely today. Then begin smaller. Ask God to make you willing to become willing. Stop rehearsing the case every night. Stop letting someone who hurt you occupy a cell inside your head rent-free. Give God the anger one piece at a time. Because one day every earthly sentence ends. Every number disappears. Every record belongs to history. And when God finally calls us home, He will not call us by an inmate number, a case number, or the worst thing we ever did. He will call us by our name. And perhaps freedom begins when we learn to do the same for one another.

Let us pray. Merciful Lord, you know our whole story: what has been done to us, what we have done to others, what we regret, and what we still hope to become. Heal the wounds we cannot heal by ourselves. Give us courage to face the truth without being imprisoned by it, and grace to forgive what we are still struggling to release. When shame tells us that our worst moment is our identity, remind us that we belong to you. Teach us to see ourselves and one another as you see us: not as numbers, records, or mistakes, but as your sons and daughters, still loved, still called, still capable of becoming new. And when forgiveness seems impossible, Lord, simply make us willing to become willing. Amen.

 

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Homily – TWENTY THIRD SUNDAY IN ORDINARY TIME – IF TODAY YOU HEAR HIS VOICE 09-06-26

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Ezekiel 33:7–9; Psalm 95; Romans 13:8–10; Matthew 18:15–20

Most of us have had somebody warn us about something we were determined to do anyway. A mother says, “Stay away from those guys.” A friend says, “Don’t get in that car.” Someone tells you, “Walk away. This is going to end badly.” And you think, You don’t understand. I know what I’m doing. Then life teaches you that sometimes the most irritating person in the room was also the wisest. Years later, you can still hear the words: “I told you this would happen.” By the way, if you ever have the privilege of being right about somebody else’s mistake, those six words are almost never helpful. Nobody has ever heard “I told you so” and responded, “Thank you. I feel spiritually renewed.”

But sometimes a warning is an act of love. That is what God tells Ezekiel today. “I have appointed you watchman.” A watchman sounds the alarm when he sees danger coming, not because he wants to ruin everybody’s evening, but because something precious is worth protecting. Many of us can look backward and remember warnings we ignored. Maybe someone tried to reach us. Maybe our own conscience did. But I do not think God gives us these readings so that we can spend another hour beating ourselves up about yesterday. Listen carefully to the Psalm: “If today you hear his voice, harden not your hearts.” Today. That may be one of the most hopeful words in Scripture.

You cannot change yesterday. None of us can. There are words we cannot unsay, choices we cannot unmake, people we cannot unharmed. Some consequences remain even after we are sorry. Christianity never pretends otherwise. But God is not asking you to live yesterday again. He is asking what you will do today. Can anyone still tell you the truth? Can your mother? Your wife? Your children? A friend? Another man here? Can God? Or have you been hurt, disappointed, betrayed, or angry for so long that you have learned to shut down every voice that makes you uncomfortable?

Jesus takes it even further in the Gospel. When somebody wrongs you, he says, “Go and tell him his fault between you and him alone.” Alone. Jesus does not say, “Tell six other guys first and see what they think.” He does not say, “Make sure everybody knows your side.” He says: go to your brother. That takes strength. Anybody can gossip. Anybody can insult somebody behind his back. Anybody can carry a grudge. It takes a stronger man to look another person in the eye and say, “This hurt me.” It takes an even stronger one to hear, “You hurt me,” without immediately reaching for an excuse.

Paul tells us why: “Love does no evil to the neighbor.” Love does not mean becoming weak. Forgiveness does not mean trusting someone who remains dangerous. Reconciliation is not always possible. Sometimes healthy boundaries are necessary. But you can refuse to let hatred turn somebody else’s wrongdoing into a prison inside your own heart. And maybe that is the freedom God offers today. You are responsible for the choices you have made. But you are more than the worst choice you ever made. Your past can teach you without owning you. Your wounds can become wisdom instead of weapons. And the voice you once ignored can become the voice you finally hear.

Maybe somebody once told you, “Don’t go down that road,” and today you wish you had listened. You cannot go back and take yesterday’s turn differently. But listen again: “If today you hear his
voice, harden not your heart.” God is still speaking. That means God is still working. And if God is still working, your story is not finished. A warning from God is not proof that he has given up on you. It is proof that he hasn’t.

PRAYER

Lord, we cannot change yesterday, and sometimes yesterday is heavy. We remember choices we wish we had made differently words we wish we could take back, people we have hurt, and wounds others have left in us.  But you have given us today. Soften whatever has become hard within us. Give us courage to hear the truth without running from it, strength to speak the truth without hurting others, and humility to admit when we are wrong.

Help us forgive what we cannot change, repair what we still can, and accept what must now be placed in your hands. When anger
feels stronger than mercy, stay with us. When shame tells us that our story is over, remind us who we are. When we are tempted to return to roads that have already cost us too much, give us the wisdom to turn around. Keep us from allowing yesterday’s mistakes to become tomorrow’s choices, and yesterday’s wounds to become the wounds we give to someone else. Lord, we cannot rewrite yesterday. But with your grace, help us live differently today. And when you speak, give us hearts still soft enough to listen.

Amen.

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Homily – TWENTY SECOND SUNDAY IN ORDINARY TIME – THIS WAS NOT IN THE PLAN 08-30-26

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Jeremiah 20:7–9; Psalm 63:2–9; Romans 12:1–2; Matthew 16:21–27

You ever have one of those days when absolutely nothing goes according to plan? You wake up thinking you know exactly how the day is going to go. By nine o’clock, the plan is already in trouble. By noon, the plan is dead. And by three, you are just trying not to make things worse. Some of you may be thinking, “Father, I had one of those days. It lasted about seven years.”

There is a moment in today’s Gospel that I think almost every human being understands. Jesus tells His disciples what lies ahead: He will go to Jerusalem, suffer, be rejected, and be killed. Peter immediately pulls Jesus aside and says, essentially, “Absolutely not. That is not how this is supposed to go.” Peter had a plan. Jesus was the Messiah. The Messiah was supposed to win. He was supposed to fix things. Peter had left everything to follow Him, and now Jesus was describing a future Peter had never imagined.

I suspect most of us have said some version of Peter’s words: This was not in the plan. Maybe you have said it sitting on the edge of a bunk late at night. This was not where I thought I would be at this age. I was not supposed to lose these years. My children were not supposed to grow up while I was here. My mother was not supposed to get sick while I could not be there. My marriage was not supposed to fall apart. I was not supposed to become known by the worst decision I ever made. Whatever brought you here, there are probably moments when you look at your life and think, How did my story become this?

Jeremiah understands that feeling. He followed God and discovered that following God did not make his life easier. It made it harder. He becomes so frustrated that he basically tells God, “I’m finished. I’m not speaking about You anymore.” But then Jeremiah says something beautiful: God’s word becomes like a fire burning inside him. He tries to hold it in, but he cannot. Something inside him is still alive. That matters, because sometimes we think the proof that God is with us is that our circumstances improve. Jeremiah teaches us something deeper: sometimes the proof that God is with us is simply that, after everything we have been through, there is still a fire inside us that refuses to die.

Then Paul says, “Do not conform yourselves to this age, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind.” Notice where transformation begins. Not with your address. Not with your circumstances. Not when somebody opens a gate. It begins in the mind and the heart. Because a man can walk out of prison and still be imprisoned by anger, resentment, addiction, shame, or the need to prove something. And a man can live behind a locked door while something inside him is already becoming free.

That is why Jesus tells Peter, “Whoever wishes to come after me must deny himself, take up his cross, and follow me.” Jesus is not saying suffering is good. He is saying suffering does not have to be meaningless. The Cross itself looked like the moment when everything had gone wrong. Jesus betrayed. Peter running away. The disciples scattered. Hope apparently buried behind a stone. If you had stood there on Good Friday, you might have said, “This was not in the plan.” And yet God took the worst day imaginable and made it the beginning of resurrection.

Maybe your life did not go according to plan. Some things happened to you. Some things you chose. Some things you regret. Christianity does not ask us to pretend otherwise. Grace tells the truth. But grace also says something else: a broken plan is not the same thing as a broken future. You may not be able to rewrite yesterday, but God is not finished with tomorrow.

So when you find yourself thinking, “This is not the life I was supposed to have,” remember Peter. Remember Jeremiah. Remember the Cross. And then say, “Lord, this may not be the life I planned, but it is the life I have. Show me what You can do with it.”

Because sometimes God does not give us back the story we imagined.

Sometimes He writes resurrection into the story we actually have.

 

PRAYER

Let us pray.
Lord Jesus, You know the plans that fell apart, the years we cannot recover, the mistakes we cannot undo, and the people we miss. Give us courage to stop living only in what might have been.

Renew our minds, heal what has become bitter in us, and keep alive the fire of hope. Take the life we actually have, Lord, and teach us to follow You from here. And when we cannot see what comes next, help us remember that a broken plan is not a broken future, because our future is still in Your hands.

Amen.

 

 

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Homily – TWENTY FIRST SUNDAY IN ORDINARY TIME THE KEYS IN A PLACE WITHOUT KEYS 08-23-26

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Isaiah 22:19–23; Psalm 138; Romans 11:33–36; Matthew 16:13–20

A man once told me about the first night he spent in jail. He said the strangest thing was not the uniform, the bunk, or even realizing where he was. It was the sound of the door closing behind him. Click. He had heard doors close thousands of times before, but this one sounded different. Then he heard the officer’s keys disappearing down the hallway and thought, that is a terrible sound when somebody else has the keys. Years later he said, “It took me a long time to realize that the worst doors locked in my life were not made of steel.”

That makes today’s Gospel almost humorous. Jesus comes into a place like this talking about keys: “I will give you the keys to the Kingdom of heaven.” In here, keys are not exactly a popular personal accessory. You hear them all day, but somebody else carries them. Somebody else decides when a door opens and when it closes. But perhaps that is exactly why this Gospel belongs here. Jesus reminds us that there is more than one kind of prison and more than one kind of freedom. Some people are locked up physically while becoming free inside. Others walk around outside imprisoned by addiction, anger, resentment, greed, or something that happened twenty years ago. You can leave prison and still carry a
prison inside you.

Before Jesus gives Peter the keys, He asks, “Who do you say that I am?” Peter answers, “You are the Christ, the Son of the living God.” Then Jesus entrusts him with the keys. What is remarkable is the man He chooses. Peter will make promises he cannot keep. He will become frightened. He will run away. He will deny three times that he even knows Jesus. Peter was called the Rock, but occasionally he behaved more like loose gravel.

Yet Jesus knew everything Peter would do and still saw someone worth building upon. God sees more in a human being than his worst moment. Some of you carry things heavier than anything locked in your property box: regret, shame, anger, children growing up while you are here, a mother getting older, someone you hurt, someone who hurt you, years you cannot get back. Maybe sometimes you replay the moment everything went wrong and think, If only I could go back. But yesterday is one door for which none of us has a key. Christianity does not pretend the past does not matter. Grace says something much greater: your past matters, but it does not get the final word.

So perhaps the most important question is no longer only, How did I get here? It is, Who am I going to become here? Do not wait for a release date to begin becoming free. Someone else may control when your cell opens, but nobody can force you to hate. Nobody can stop you from praying, telling the truth, asking forgiveness, forgiving someone else, encouraging a
man who is losing hope, or becoming a better father, son, husband, brother, or friend. Those are keys too. And sometimes they open doors more important than the ones made of steel.

For many of you, one day an officer will turn a key and a gate will open. I pray that the man who walks through that gate is not the same man who entered it. And remember the man from the beginning who heard those keys disappearing down the hallway. Eventually he discovered that the worst doors in his life were not made of steel. But neither were the most important ones. Christ had been opening those from the inside. So the next time you hear keys coming down the hallway, remember: someone else may carry the key to your cell, but with God’s grace, you still carry the key to the person you are becoming.

 

PRAYER

Lord Jesus,
You know the doors we wish we could reopen, the choices we wish we could change, the people we miss, the people we have hurt, and the wounds we carry from what others have done to us.
Give us courage to take responsibility without surrendering to shame, to remember the past without remaining imprisoned by it, to ask forgiveness where we have caused pain, and to forgive where pain has been caused to us.

When we hear doors locking around us, remind us that no lock can keep You out. Open what has become closed within us. Free us from anger, hatred, addiction, fear, and hopelessness. Help us not simply to wait for another day, but to become different men today. And when a door finally opens before us, whether into freedom, a new beginning, or one day into eternity, may the person who walks through it be closer to You and more fully the person You created us to become.
Amen.

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Homily – TWENTIETH SUNDAY IN ORDINARY TIME: GOD IS NOT FINISHED WITH YOU 08-16-26

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TWENTIETH SUNDAY IN ORDINARY TIME: GOD IS NOT FINISHED WITH YOU 08-16-26

Isaiah 56:1, 6–7 • Psalm 67 • Romans 11:13–15, 29–32 • Matthew 15:21–28 

If there is one thing you learn in prison, it is how to wait. You wait for count. You wait for chow. You wait for commissary. You wait for the phone. You wait for mail. You wait for medical. You wait for somebody to answer a request. You wait for court. Some of you are waiting for release. Occasionally you wait so long for something that you begin wondering whether the Second Coming might happen first.


But there is another kind of waiting that is much harder. Waiting for your family to trust you again. Waiting for your children to answer the phone. Waiting for someone you hurt to forgive you. Waiting for a relationship to heal. Waiting to find out what will happen in court. Waiting for another chance. Waiting for God to answer a prayer you have been praying for months or years.


That is the kind of waiting we find in today’s Gospel. A Canaanite woman comes to Jesus because her daughter is suffering. She is desperate. She cries out, “Have pity on me, Lord, Son of David!” And Jesus says nothing. That may be one of the hardest sentences in the Gospel. Jesus says nothing. We know how the story ends. She did not. She had to stand inside the silence.


Some of you know exactly what that feels like. You have prayed, “God, help my family. God, take care of my kids. God, give me another chance. God, help me become a different man.” And sometimes heaven seems silent. The danger is that eventually we begin interpreting silence as rejection. Maybe God does not care. Maybe I have messed up too badly. Maybe after everything I have done, God does not want to hear from me anymore.


The woman in the Gospel refuses to believe that. She stays. The disciples want her sent away, but she stays. She does not receive the response she expected, but she stays. She does not understand what Jesus is doing, but she stays. Finally, all the fancy words disappear and her entire prayer becomes three words: “Lord, help me.”


That may be one of the greatest prayers in the Bible. You do not need a theology degree to pray it. You do not need a prayer book or the perfect vocabulary. You can pray it in a chapel or lying awake on your bunk at two in the morning. When you are angry, “Lord, help me.” When temptation comes back, “Lord, help me.” When you receive terrible news from home, “Lord, help me.”


When somebody gets under your skin and you are about to make a decision that will turn one bad day into six bad months, “Lord, help me.” When you think about your children and wonder what they think of you, “Lord, help me.” When memories return and shame tells you that you will never be anything more than your past, “Lord, help me.” Sometimes three honest words are holier than three hundred impressive ones.


Then Jesus finally says something extraordinary to this woman: “O woman, great is your faith!” Notice what He praises. He does not say, “Great is your understanding.” She did not understand. He does not say, “Great are your answers.” She did not have many answers. He says, “Great is your faith.” Why? Because she stayed.


That may be something some of you need to hear today. Great faith does not mean you never struggle, get angry with God, or wonder why your life unfolded the way it did. Sometimes great faith means that after everything that has happened, you are still here. Still talking to God. Still trying. Still getting up. Still believing that somehow your story can become different. Still refusing to walk away.


And that brings us to Saint Paul. In today’s second reading Paul says something I wish every man in prison could hear: “The gifts and the call of God are irrevocable.” Irrevocable means that God has not changed His mind about your worth. Prison has a way of reducing a human being to a number, a charge, a conviction, a sentence, or the worst decision he ever made.


The world looks at your record and says, “That is who you are.” God looks at your record and says, “That is where you have been.” There is a difference. Your crime may be part of your story. Your addiction may be part of your story. The people you hurt and the mistakes you made are part of your story. Christianity never asks us to pretend those things did not happen.


Grace is not pretending the past does not matter. Real conversion means having the courage to say, “I did this. I hurt people. I made choices that brought consequences. I cannot undo yesterday.” But then grace adds another sentence: “Yesterday does not get to decide who I become tomorrow.”


Look at the people God has worked with. Moses killed a man. David committed adultery and arranged another man’s death. Peter swore that he did not even know Jesus. Paul persecuted Christians. One of the last people Jesus spoke to before dying was a convicted criminal hanging on the cross beside Him. God has never been frightened by a bad résumé. He is interested in what happens next.


That is why one of the most dangerous things you can do in prison is waste your time. Everyone here knows how to count time. “How much did you get? How much have you done? How much do you have left?” But there is another question that may matter even more: What is the time doing to you?


Two men can serve the same five years and come out completely different. One spends five years feeding resentment while another spends five years letting God rebuild him. One spends five years blaming everybody else while another finally begins taking responsibility. One becomes harder. The other becomes wiser.


One man can leave carrying the same anger, addictions, excuses, and wounds that brought him here. Another can leave knowing how to pray, control his temper, forgive, work, listen, take responsibility, and perhaps for the first time in his life, how to love. If the state already has your time, do not give it your soul too.


Use the time. Let God use it. Maybe you cannot choose where you sleep tonight, but you can choose what kind of man gets out of that bed tomorrow morning. Maybe you cannot control your release date, but you can decide who will walk through that gate when the day finally comes. Maybe you cannot repair your family today, but you can begin becoming the man who will know how to love them better tomorrow.


There are also things happening outside these walls that you simply cannot control. That brings us back to the woman in the Gospel. She cannot fix her daughter, so she brings her daughter to Jesus. Some of you have children outside these walls. You cannot tuck them into bed tonight, drive them to school tomorrow, or protect them from every bad decision. You may not even know exactly what is happening in their lives.


But you can bring them to Jesus. Say their names to Him. You may not be able to hold your child tonight, but God can. You may not be able to fix your marriage, but you can bring it to Jesus. You may not be able to make your mother forgive you, but you can bring her to Jesus. You may not be able to undo the pain you caused, but you can bring that pain to Jesus and ask Him to begin healing what you cannot reach.


There is a difference between giving up and surrendering. Giving up says, “I do not care anymore.” Surrender says, “I care deeply, but I finally understand that I am not God.” That realization is not weakness. It is the beginning of freedom.


There are two kinds of prisons. One has concrete walls, steel doors, fences, counts, and officers. The other is built from anger, shame, hatred, addiction, resentment, fear, and regret. A man can walk out of the first prison while carrying the second one inside him for the rest of his life. And a man behind a locked door can begin becoming free.


Maybe you cannot walk through the gate today, but you can forgive someone today. You can tell the truth today. You can stop blaming everybody today. You can apologize today. You can pray today. You can ask God to begin changing the man inside the uniform today. Your life is not on hold simply because you are here. God can work right here.


Today’s first reading says that God’s house is “a house of prayer for all peoples.” All peoples. That includes people with beautiful histories and people with complicated ones. People sitting in cathedrals and people sitting in prison chapels. People who have gotten most things right and people who desperately wish they could do some things over. Nobody walks through God’s door because he has a perfect record. We walk through because God is merciful.


So if you remember nothing else today, remember this. Your record tells where you have been. It does not tell God where you can still go. Your sentence tells you how much time you were given. It does not tell you what that time can become. And when you have no idea what to do next, you already know three words: “Lord, help me.”


The Canaanite woman prayed them, and Jesus heard her. Perhaps the greatest miracle in today’s Gospel is not simply that her daughter was healed. It is that a woman everyone else considered an outsider discovered that she had never been outside the reach of God’s mercy.


Neither are you.


So stay. Stay when God seems silent. Stay when you are discouraged. Stay when you are ashamed. Stay when changing is difficult. Stay when you fall and have to begin again. Stay when you cannot see what God is doing. Sometimes the greatest act of faith is simply refusing to walk away.


The fact that you are still breathing means God can still work. The fact that you have a past means you have a story. And the fact that the story is not over means God can still write another chapter.


God is not finished with you.


Do not be finished with Him.


PRAYER


Lord,
You know everything about me. You know the things I tell people and the things I hide. You know what I have done, whom I have hurt, what I regret, what I miss, and what keeps me awake when everything around me becomes quiet.


I cannot change yesterday. Give me the courage to stop running from it, the humility to take responsibility for it, and the wisdom to learn from it. But do not let yesterday become my identity. When shame tells me I am only the worst thing I have ever done, remind me that You know my whole story.


When anger begins building another prison inside me, teach me to forgive. When I cannot control what is happening outside these walls, help me place the people I love into Your hands. Watch over my family. Protect my children. Heal the people I have hurt. Comfort those who have suffered because of my choices.


Where I am able to make things right, give me the courage to do it. Where I cannot repair what has happened, teach me to surrender it to Your mercy. Help me understand the difference between accepting responsibility for my past and allowing my past to imprison my future.


Use this time, Lord. Do not let me waste it. Make me wiser than I was when I came here, more honest, more patient, more responsible, more compassionate, and more free inside. Let the man who eventually walks out of this place be different from the man who walked in.


When I do not understand You, give me enough faith to stay. When I cannot feel You, give me enough faith to stay. When I fall, give me enough humility to get up again. When I have no beautiful words left, remind me that three are enough: Lord, help me.


Help me become the man You still see beneath everything I have done. Help me believe that mercy is greater than my past and that grace can still build something beautiful from what remains of my life.


When I begin thinking that my story has already been written, remind me:
My past is a chapter. My sentence is a chapter. This prison is a chapter. But none of them is the whole story.
You are still writing.


So today I place what remains of my story into Your hands.


God, do not let me waste it.


Amen.

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