Therefore, I tell you, her sins, which were many, have been forgiven; hence she has shown great love. But the one to whom little is forgiven, loves little.
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Based on my totally unscientific observation of people, I am inclined to speak of three types: (1) those who say they live their lives with no regrets; (2)those who say they live their lives with regrets and wallow in them; (3)those who live their lives with regrets and learn from them. I consider regret a symptom of a deeper pathology. When we decide right and wrong and violate our own code, we feel, at the very least, regret. Regret that we broke our own rule or regret that we made a rule that we couldn't keep. We can try to deny labeling ourselves as sinners, but it doesn't really help. I know, for certain, that I do have regrets. I seriously worry about people who say they don't. I know what it is like to punish oneself in the vat of one's own guilty swill. I know what it is like to be labeled a sinner, declared forgiven and sent to love. I like Door #3.
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Holy God, may we quickly embrace our regrets so that we can more quickly be forgiven and more quickly love. Amen.
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
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