The dreams of a shadowed mind, the thoughts of a wicked heart, the hopes of perverted desire, the axioms of the wise, the beneficence of the good, and the will of the righteous—Who is not touched by these? I have tasted all of sin, and I have known the sweet longing for light; I have stood upon the stage, but I have flubbed my lines. What account is made of me, born with a right and left hand? Will it say I knew the difference, and will that make a difference?
As we forgive, forgive our sins, O God.
Note: I am sickened by what I’m learning about someone for which I had great admiration. At this time, I can only conclude that Ravi was a great hypocrite. I make a point not to delete my posts (and not to edit their content), so I am leaving up In Memory of Ravi Zacharias and other such elements of my blog (Quintessence of Dust?, The Mask of Religion, and anything similar), but I felt that I needed to make some explanation saying that I know of the revelations concerning Ravi. Let us pray for the grieving and the hurt, and that we are saved from sin. May God have mercy on us all.
Tale Told 