On the evening of Ash Wednesday last week I handed over my sin to God. I have more than one sin, of course, but I zeroed in on just one, a biggie. I wrote a single word on a purple slip of paper and dropped it into the basket on my way up to the altar for communion. It felt good, giving God that sin. I felt relieved and unburdened. I experienced a taste of the freedom Paul talks about in his letter to the Galatians. I left the church energized, my soul clean and my heart renewed. Ash Wednesda...
Published on March 12, 2014 01:00