I looked into the eyes of an old man today. We've known each other for a long time but he seemed to have changed since the last time. A bit more tired, dark circles like half-moons below his bloodshot eyes. His hair was a little grayer, maybe even thinner. He seemed to resist focusing his eyes on mine, staring instead into the water below. He was ashamed. Of course, we both knew the truth but I waited anyway. When he finally looked back up and our eyes met again, his words were spoken in disgusted tones, "How could you be so weak? Don't you ever learn anything? You'd think after the last time you would know better." He seemed to want some kind of response but what could I say? He was right. Once again, I had failed, falling prey to temptation, my convictions overturned. "It wasn't that I wanted to do it," my eyes pleaded back, "I'm sorry," I said, expecting that to be the end of it. But he stared straight ahead and continued. "You know exactly why. When was the last time you read your Bible or prayed?" he asked, knowing full well the answer. After all, we'd done them together. He continued to stare until I couldn't take anymore and had to turn away.

With that, he put down his shaving razor, turned off the light and walked away.