I am repenting.
As a pastor, a father, as a Christian – I have not identified with the outcast, the hurting, the rejected. I have not empathized with the plight of those in our culture who are hurt by the very systematic makeup of our society. I have not allowed the compassion of God to flow through my bones and break me. I have watched the progression of the social discussion and stayed composed. I have calculated when I would speak up and when I would keep my mouth shut.
I repent, and I am done. I want my voice to be His instrument. My pen to be in his hands. May God speak and move freely in my life. This is my repentance.