Eighteenth Sunday after Pentecost
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We carry around the darkness and sin and pain of this world like a snail carries his shell. We know it's there - but we don't have to look it. We feel the weight of the shell but can still pretend it isn't there. We occasionally try to slide underneath something and discover we don't fit because our shell is too big - but even then we just look for another way in rather than deal with the reality of our shell.
The Christian faith is based on death and resurrection. We die and we rise again. Not just when we take our last breath, but every single time we confess our sins we die to those things that would suck us into the darkness forever - and then God raises us up again and again to new life. At least that is the way it is supposed to work - but sometimes we get sidetracked - and instead of dying and rising, we spend our time pointing out the sins of others and making fun of them so we don't have to deal with the pain and pressure of our sinful shell.