By Malinda Seneviratne –
[In a parallel universe of course…]
Lord, let me start with a disclaimer. I am frail, M’Lord. That’s because I am human, M’Lord. I falter, M’Lord. That too because I am human, M’Lord. I err, M’Lord. That’s human too, M’Lord. M’Lord, I am blinded by ignorance and arrogance and this myopic condition is further aggravated by my prejudices; I am human.
I was ordained a priest in 1967 at the age of 27. I was appointed Bishop of Manner in 1992. I’ve seen a lot in my life and in my ministry. There was a lot that I saw and there’s a lot that I described. And yet, Lord, there was much more that I was silent about.
Lord, you see all, you hear all. You even hear our silences. You notice our frailties and the error of our choices. I know it is not mine to question and I ought to know that I am being tested. But Lord, I forget. I slip.
In my anger, ignorance and arrogance I forgot that we are all your children, that is myself, my congregation, those who share my faith and ethnic identity as well as those who don’t. They are your children too, those that people I call ‘friends’ call ‘enemy’. I judge when that’s what you have to do.