The commonly accepted wisdom is that we feel guilt over what we’ve done and we experience shame over who we are. If guilt is the blemish on our face then shame is the cancer in our heart. It’s deeper, harder to dig out.

God in Jesus takes off your shirt of shame, your bitterness, your anger, your guilt, your hopelessness, and drapes these rags on himself.

Being thrown in the pit was but one of the many smoking guns that the prosecutor could bring forth as evidence.

Every year, when this day rolls around, I turn over the stones of remembrance that litter my mind, to see what lurks beneath.