The Verdict Was Never Written
It is three in the morning and your mind is replaying a conversation from three years ago, dissecting a tone you are convinced was passive-aggressive. You are building a case against a ghost, prosecuting a version of yourself that no longer exists.
The light does not need your defense, and it certainly does not need your self-condemnation. Jesus once saw Nathanael under the fig tree before they ever met, knowing him entirely without a trial.
He knew the heart before the word was spoken. What you call a flaw, the light sees as a moment of humanity it has already accounted for.
The kingdom is not a courtroom you must win; it is inside you, right now, waiting for you to stop arguing. You are trying to find the truth in a memory, but the truth is the peace that is already sitting beside you in the dark.
The verdict you fear was never written.
Drawing from
Gospel of Thomas 3, John 1:48
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