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To Err and Back Again

I was reprimanded for stepping out of line. For dishonoring the unwritten Code of Master/Learner.

I felt small inside.

To be sure, I was quite repentant, but still, I fear I created a schism that could never be un-created. I was stupid, a fool.

Callow.

My throat had become constricted. My epiglottis fused shut like a cactus swelling with water.

I didn’t know what to do so I scrambled and tried to do every- and anything in my power to fix it. I hurriedly assembled rocks and metal to build a bridge back to the Master. I helped out friends where ever I saw a need, in hopes of Him seeing me do good. I hailmaryfullofgraced until I was blue in the face.

Did it work? Have I re-fused the fracture? Did any of my deeds break the schism? Am I allowed to be under the Code again?

I will never truly know if what is now is what was before. Nor does it quite matter. As long as I approach the Master with a contrite spirit, then I have done all that I can.

But it’s entirely up to Him.

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