Thursday, January 15, 2009
Confession 011409
Yesterday one of my clients was sentenced to the Department of Corrections. I was ecstatic.
I feel that it was justice.
I feel like its what is best for him and the community.
I hope he will benefit from it.
But I took too much joy from it.
Instead of assigning staff to transport him to the nearby detention facility, I decided to do it myself. Then, instead of transporting him in a vehicle, I escorted him by foot. Yep. We walked, which is customary as it is only a brief walk. But it was snowing. A lot. And the only reason I wanted to walk is so I could savor the moment, knowing exactly what every step was leading him closer to.
And I did savor.
Every single step.
The meditation of my heart was most definitely not pleasing to God.
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2 comments:
you know, and the first thing I thought was "don't you mean Confession 011409?"
Repentence is an amazing thing hey...it's effect, which I know so well, never stops taking me by surprise.
Yeah, I had to change that ;o) I'm always so terrible every January, never remembering to write/type/say the date correctly.
Confession 011609: I am blogged so drunk the other night I didn't even know what year it was. JUST KIDDING ;o)
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