Another Morning

''If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness'' - I John 1:9

The summers of yesterday, drenched in sweat. 

Wondering in the dark, moonlight my vision, evil my works. 

Taking it out all around me; 

take another drink, smoke another one, sleep with someone.

Stumbling back to a locked rear door and sleeping outside in the frost.

Waking up to frozen dew stuck to the back of my clothes;

glimpses of side mirror memories. 

Another girl, another trip, another day; going nowhere.

Lured by demons left beside me, ignorant in my own faith; proud in my uncertainty.

Reorganized in Christ, light cast in, demons left behind; 

headlights bleeding through dark neighborhoods.

One more day, another chance to live for God; the whisky priest.

Sobering up, union with Christ; condemnation and grace.

I looked back in her eyes as I had the split decision;

God's deliverance, my humbling. 

Same choice, same presence, same responsibility; same grace.

Weary; rest in Christ.

“How often the priest had heard the same confession--Man was so limited: he hadn't even the ingenuity to invent a new vice: the animals knew as much. It was for this world that Christ had died: the more evil you saw and heard about you, the greater the glory lay around the death; it was too easy to die for what was good or beautiful, for home or children or civilization--it needed a God to die for the half-hearted and the corrupt.”

― Graham Greene, The Power and the Glory (1940)