Brethren, this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind,
and reaching forth unto those things that are before, I press toward
the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.
Philippians 3:13-14
Anniversaries are not always pleasant events...
and reaching forth unto those things that are before, I press toward
the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.
Philippians 3:13-14
Anniversaries are not always pleasant events...
While some do rekindle good memories and happy times, others recall nightmares and tragic occurrences. Today, for me, the latter happens to be true.
Today marks thirty-nine years since my arrest on August 10, 1977. For me, the date has little significance, although it retains bad memories that I'd like to forget. But for others it's something of a reference point.
In any case, I wish to state that I continue to have deep regret and pain over my past criminal actions. I've
said this again and again throughout the years. Yet, I think it appropriate that I echo my sorrow once more.
The reality is that I cannot take back nor undo what happened in 1976-77. It was a demonic time, and I was, I believe, under a powerful spell. Few would understand this. But it is what it is. And for whatever reason, the Lord spared my life, as there were many times when I could have lost it. Oh, how I thank the Lord for His mercy!
However, even though God's word assures me that He has forgiven me for all my sins and crimes, society, for the most, part, has not. And I doubt if many of those whom I have personally harmed ever will. It has even been a challenge to forgive myself, but this is another story for another time.
Nevertheless, I want to state publicly, on this day of personal reflection, that I am deeply sorry for the pain and loss I have brought to so many. I apologize as well to the people of New York City for all the fear and trauma I caused during this very dark time in my life. Believe me, I have my own inner pain and anguish to deal with, too. And with this said, I will continue to pray for all who have been hurt and devastated by my acts of senseless violence. I pray they are getting on with their lives as much as is possible, and I wish each one the very best. May God somehow comfort their hearts, as I know their grieving never stops.
These words come from the deepest depths of my soul.
D.B.
Today marks thirty-nine years since my arrest on August 10, 1977. For me, the date has little significance, although it retains bad memories that I'd like to forget. But for others it's something of a reference point.
In any case, I wish to state that I continue to have deep regret and pain over my past criminal actions. I've
said this again and again throughout the years. Yet, I think it appropriate that I echo my sorrow once more.
The reality is that I cannot take back nor undo what happened in 1976-77. It was a demonic time, and I was, I believe, under a powerful spell. Few would understand this. But it is what it is. And for whatever reason, the Lord spared my life, as there were many times when I could have lost it. Oh, how I thank the Lord for His mercy!
However, even though God's word assures me that He has forgiven me for all my sins and crimes, society, for the most, part, has not. And I doubt if many of those whom I have personally harmed ever will. It has even been a challenge to forgive myself, but this is another story for another time.
Nevertheless, I want to state publicly, on this day of personal reflection, that I am deeply sorry for the pain and loss I have brought to so many. I apologize as well to the people of New York City for all the fear and trauma I caused during this very dark time in my life. Believe me, I have my own inner pain and anguish to deal with, too. And with this said, I will continue to pray for all who have been hurt and devastated by my acts of senseless violence. I pray they are getting on with their lives as much as is possible, and I wish each one the very best. May God somehow comfort their hearts, as I know their grieving never stops.
These words come from the deepest depths of my soul.
D.B.
