when you're trying to feel repentant--and can't

when i was a little girl in big plastic glasses and corduroy dresses, i would scrunch my eyes shut and imagine the crucifixion and try to feel the sadness i knew i was supposed to feel.

i'd try to feel repentant but it was so much easier not to, because Jesus died 2,000 years ago, and i was only eight.

but i don't think repentance is about feeling sorry for something that happened 2,000 years ago. i don't think it's about shutting our eyes at all. i think it's about opening them wide to today. to the gaping wound that is our world...



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