When I was growing up, forgiveness seemed like another way of saying, “I am sorry.” I didn’t begin to understand the meaning of forgiveness until I was in about fifth grade. My mom, who was a Protestant, made me apologize for something that wasn’t my fault. At that moment, I think I began to understand
When I see people write or talk about their prayer experience as “a failure” because “God didn’t answer,” I wonder what they asked for. Also, is it something personal or is it for the greater good. It made me think a lot about my own prayer skills or lack of. Is God listening to me?