Shame - A Story (Part 1)

A man who wears the white garments of his King must surrender his shame before he is released from his shackles.

Shame is a reminder of our sin, and in Christ, all our sin is forgiven us.

Letting go of sin is something I’ve struggled with, so yesterday I wrote the first part of a story about a man who carried a burden of shame and didn’t want to let it go, but also didn’t want others to know that he carried it.



The light blinded him,
and he blinked.

Rising from his seat on the ground,
Everyman almost stumbled under the
weight of an immense load on his back.

His clothes were white,
the birds sang sweetly,
and the trees were on fire with vibrant hues.
But the man’s face was a deep shade of grey.
His hair was haggard, unkempt, and stringy. It hadn’t been touched for months.

Like Christian the Pilgrim, he carried a weight.
Unlike Christian, he knew how to remove it.

All it would take is a song;
all it would take is a prayer;
all it would take is one word of request,
but in truth, he liked having it there.

It began to consume him long ago,
over those years it grew.
It became a cavern, a cavern of safety
that he retreated to when he felt threatened.

On the cavern’s walls he wrote
every wrong and sin of his life.
They became such a part of
him that Everyman feared to let go.

He loved them as a drunkard
loves the cup that kills him.

His burden of shame burdened him,
but he clung to it.



If you liked this story, check out my personal blog where this was originally published!

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