Among many evils done by me, one such in my childhood pains my mind often. Then our clan was uprooted by rioting Muslims of Bangladesh. Father getting a teaching job was saved, but my uncle was not. He scarcely survived. His eldest son Asoke was placed in our house for education. I should have consoled homesick him. But I was a most envious urchin. I often persecuted bringing helpless him to tears. For this he departed without getting education.
Latter I went to the brink of madness and Jesus saved me. So now I obey him in serving-preaching among our enemy Muslims for 25 years. But here also my deeply embedded pride makes me unproductive. This and the memory of my past sins often haunt me. As many of those who suffered from me have died I can’t seek forgiveness from them, though many of them might have forgiven me. Still I must repent to get that forgiveness. So this confession is for my peace of mind.
I beseech Jesus, who can reach everyone in everyplace, to undo the harm I had done and am still doing.