From Like A Week Ago

So I'm on a boat. But not like the song. Or like Miley that one time at the VMA’s (ughlhlhlhl).

I’m a Patmos student. Patmos is doing a Logos Hope equivalent for some reason. We are all told a storm is a-comin’ and we need to remove everything from the top bunks in all the rooms. All us Patmos-land-ers start going around doing just this, but for some reason my sense of urgency is in overdrive. Instead of neatly removing people’s belongings and placing them on the floor like the others, I frantically run from room to room throwing/chucking/jettisoning everything on the floor and all about the cabins. It takes me about eight rooms worth of this behavior before I realize the contrast between my behavior and my teammates. I get REAL SAD and go to my nondescript male leader and tell him how sorry I am. Which obviously leads to an emergency Patmos meeting with me as the subject of discussion. My leader goes on to explain the following points:

1. I said I was sorry.

2. I did not ask for forgiveness.

3. If I had gone to Jesus and said “sorry,” he would automatically have forgiven me.

4. I need to ask for forgiveness AND repent of what I did with all the jettisoning.

Metaphor much?

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