Sometime ago a woman in a Mercedes slammed on her brakes and I crashed into her car while riding my bike to work. I wasn’t hurt, and she was apologetic, but my mind has been steadily trying to dissect the nature of guilt, blame, and forgiveness ever since.
Was she at fault?
Am I to blame?
Did we both do something wrong?
One morning, my subconscious decided to finally give me the answer in the following sermon. I’ve tried to clean it up a bit, but after about two weeks of attempting to flush it out into a well-honed essay, the original messy paragraph is still the best. Read the rest of this entry »