I approached the prayer room at church before service started on Sunday to cleanse myself of iniquity; I was berating myself for a sin I’d committed just minutes before. Dropping my Bible and purse into a chair, I raised my hands up palms open to God and closed my eyes to receive His forgiveness. I started to speak, but as I spoke my words sounded hollow and empty, as if I was just confessing to sound and act contrite. This realization caused me to stutter and I stopped speaking. My stomach began to roil, and a desperate awareness washed over me of just how wicked I was. Was I there to ... Read the Post