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When I was fifteen I was vaguely a Christian, I was very pro-American and fanatically antiracist.
Yes!
Of course, in the secret of my mind I couldn't help but thinking that the Blacks were animals, the Arabs impossibly ugly, and the Jews particularly obnoxious.
But I was afraid that Jesus would be angry if he was informed of that darkness in my soul.
I felt compelled to show some charity towards those poor creatures, since life had been so unfair to them...
Have some of you passed through such phases that left you ashamed in retrospect?
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