Fortunately, for my religious education, I had a loving mother. When I messed up with Mom, I might feel guilty, but powerless to make things right. I was but a kid, with few resources. But my mother still loved me. She might correct me but it was for my betterment, not just to punish me. So, when I went to school and the sisters talked about a loving God, one who loved me even when I messed up and could not fix things, I had a comparison with my Mom. A lot of kids do not have this, so such an idea of God is but a myth.
Tuesday, February 11, 2025
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