Such heaviness one single word can carry.
Have we become too proud that the idea of falling to our knees asking for forgiveness is only for the weak minded?
Have we become so soft that everything is now acceptable, that a sin is not a sin, therefore we do not need to repent?
I was in Kandy. Meditating in my room. And God showed me. He showed me what a wretch I was. I remember falling to my knees in tears, begging for forgiveness for all that I had done, for thinking that I didn’t need Him. The months that followed were painful. Months of guilt , shame and regret. I don’t think God wanted that for me, to hold on to my pain for so long.
I still fall to my knees everyday but because I now walk closer to Him, it’s not about shame and guilt. His mercy and forgiveness are absolutely glorious. But it’s not only about asking for forgiveness. It’s about true freedom. A freedom that only God can provide by transforming your heart, by transforming your consciousness. It’s about accepting the love of God, knowing that God loves you. And His love will make you want to change. God’s love is so pure that it will make you want to live a life like Jesus. A life in love, righteousness, purity, goodness. A life in compassion. A life in service.
Perhaps the English language is not specific enough to describe repentance in its true essence.
In Greek, repentance is Metanoia, meaning changing one’s mind, having a transformative change of heart.
In Hebrew it’s Teshuvah meaning returning to the path of righteousness.
For me, repentance is about returning to the light.