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Merciful God, I don't come to You tonight with a clean slate. The ways I hurt someone with my words— I confess. The opportunities to love that I walked past— I confess. The times I chose my comfort over Your call— I confess.
Searcher of hearts, examine me. Show me the places I've grown cold, the sins I've rationalized, the people I've hurt, the calling I've ignored. Not to shame me, but to free me. I confess: [Silence to name specific sins] Wash me.
God who created all people in Your image, we confess the sin of racism— personal, systemic, historical. We confess complicity in systems that harm, silence in moments that demanded our voice, comfort that prioritized ease over justice. Forgive us. Break down walls of hostility.
orthodox morning prayer by John Chrysostom