I use to think about it a lot.
That one word. And all of its connotations.
About what it looked like and what it talked like and what it sounded like.
I don’t think about it so much any longer.
For a whole host of reasons.
But the biggest (and the best) reason is this.
I don’t need to think about it.
A friend reminded me of something, spoke it in a way that my heart could understand.
And his words resonated. They stayed.
I love particulars. Plans. Lists. How To. A formula and an agenda and a purpose. Give me all of those. A blue print. The rules.
Signs and symptoms. What to look for and how it tastes.
But this friend, he said – “You don’t need a list of what to look for. When repentance is genuine, you’ll know it. It’ll be obvious.”
His words didn’t settle right away.
But now I think they have.
Repentance is not a read these instructions sort of occasion. It’s not a list of do this, say that.
And you cannot fake it.
And it goes both ways.
When I know I need to repent – I’ll know what to do and how to do it.
I’ve seen this played out in big and small ways – like today, with my children, after I responded to them in an unpleasant manner. I knew what needed to be done. And I knew how to do it.
Likewise, I believe,
when repentance walks into my life, I’ll recognize its face.