The joy of forgiveness
Faustino de Jesús Zamora VargasThat warm Sunday in January comes to mind when I gave my life to the Lord. I felt so empty, so dirty from the damage caused by my sinful life, that I never imagined that God would forgive me. Shame tormented me, my pride crumbled in His presence, and the tears held by my false and confused appreciation of need blurred my vision and bathed my insides. I had before me the most difficult of tasks, the most difficult: confess my sins, sincerely repent and feel the certainty of God's willingness to forgive me. Could it be possible? Would I feel peace in my heart again and ... be happy?
Years ago I wrote in my personal testimony: And the Lord appeared to me without expecting it. The foundation of a pedestal that I had built on a swampy, dangerous, moving and infertile ground shook me with a breath ... and one of the many eyeless mornings in which I died in those days, he took me in his arms and I was able to say a prayer to him. desperate, broken, hopeful and wet ...