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Virgin Monk Boy's avatar

Ah, shame. The squatter in the soul who thinks he owns the place.

Rohr is right. Shame isn’t divine judgment. It’s the echo of forgetting who you already are. Grace doesn’t argue with it. It just walks in, opens the curtains, and lets light embarrass the darkness back into honesty.

What Ray calls “moving it from the cellar to the table” is exactly how transformation works. The table is where bread breaks, where wounds become stories, and where we stop pretending to be more than human.

Blessed be the ones brave enough to dine with their shame until it turns into mercy.

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William Nolan's avatar

Wow beautifully put, Ray. This resonates!

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