For much of the past 33 years, since (the now late) Mr. Scribe and I became an official couple, I’ve been a part of the Episcopal Church. I still consider myself an Episcopalian even though I’m currently “attending” (via Zoom) an ELCA (Evangelical Lutheran Church in America) parish — it’s quite a bit more liberal than the Lutheran Church — Missouri Synod (or as I refer to it, Misery Synod) of my childhood.
A portion of the standard Sunday service is the General Confession:
Most merciful God,
we confess that we have sinned against you
in thought, word, and deed,
by what we have done,
and by what we have left undone.
We have not loved you with our whole heart;
we have not loved our neighbors as ourselves.
We are truly sorry and we humbly repent.
For the sake of your Son Jesus Christ,
have mercy on us and forgive us;
that we may delight in your will,
and walk in your ways,
to the glory of your Name. Amen.
(emphasis mine)
When Mr. Scribe untimely left this plane of existence in early May 2020, he left quite a bit undone.
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