If you had a time machine and could send just one message to your past self, what would it say?
Act of contrition,
when a soul admits its guilt;
and asks God, "mercy."
We amuse ourselves with, “what ifs,” and ponder what could be, if things were different. But the truth remains, we all stand guilty before God. And souls, they seeks comforts, they seeks amusements; few are found wallowing for their sins.
It is the same story since Eve’s fall; souls need contrition; they need to feel the pains of their own guilt.
They do not need advancements in technology; they do not need stockpiles of their basic necessities; they need guilt, and they need to act on that guilt.
If a soul feels the pains which truth brings it, then acts on those pains, with prayer, penance, and sacrifice; then it has everything.
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