Say It Like You Mean It

In preparation for Eucharist, our seven-year-old son Leland has been studying the sacrament of reconciliation. Coincidentally, the catechumens are entering the scrutinies—which are for all of us—not just them. And I needed the lesson of atonement just as much as my son. Leland had to write how he would apologize to God for his sins. Easy enough: "I'm sorry, God, for sinning," he composed. I challenged him: can you say more? Can you explain how and why you're genuinely sorry and assure God that you'll do your best not to let it happen again? Then I caught myself: he's seven. But more importantly: when was the last time I assured someone I wouldn't make the same mistake twice?

Our Lenten journeys are not only individual. As a parish, our staff as leaders, and the community must renew our commitment to reconciliation, especially as we gradually emerge from sheltering-in-place. Collectively and personally, we have done much, and we can celebrate that. But whether ensuring that the lives of our black sisters and brothers matter or treating those experiencing homelessness in Reed Park with respect and human dignity, we can do more and better. There will always be work to be done. St. Monica strives to be a safe space--where we live out all those named in our welcome litany. When we fall short, a casual apology is not enough: we must provide the assurance to "sin no more." There's nothing quite like hearing God whisper in your heart, "I absolve you."

PS. As a follow-up to last week's column, Leland came into my office on Monday and asked for a piece of tape. "I wanna close up this lunch bag," he explained. "I gotta get back on track, you know!"