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Dear Apostle Peter


Dear Apostle Peter,
"The only forgiveness is the cessation of recollection of these acts, so that they become as though they had never been."

Seems to me you left out the part about us rectifying our misdeeds through our actions, after all, our deeds obviously speak so much louder than our beliefs. As a matter of fact, belief and action must go hand in hand, otherwise what would be the point of our freewill? You also seemed to leave out the part about us needing to make amends to our destructive breath whether Creation requires it of us or not. You left out the fact that even you have forgotten your own foibles via your illogical deduction and utilization of what you imagined to be true instead of what you knew to be true, and maybe you even forgot that prayer is an action word. I don't know, you're not around for me to ask... Have I not just asked it of your spirited belief?

Love, peace and goodness to you, yours and the (H)eartH...

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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