Dear Jesus,
I know you know I have been coming over to one of your branch locations in Natick lately. At my uncle's funeral, I connected the dots and found the man who was wearing the glow necklace, talking to my dad about my grandfather's death. It's a great story, but it's a little off-topic at the moment. I've been at his church for the past several weeks, in case you were worried I was signing in to the wrong homeroom.
Back to focus. First of all, I must confess that I have sinned against you, as we say we at mass together "by what [I] have done and by what [I] have left undone." I have left this project undone. I am truly sorry, and I humbly repent, but I also MUST explain.
You see, we moved back home to Massachusetts, and that was quite an undertaking. I won't get into the gory details. You are omniscient. You have license to see these things as you want to see them. You must have been as bored as an editor who watches installed camera footage for a lesser-scripted reality TV show, much as you love every sheep in your flock. You know it was a lot of shuffling boxes and getting dirty and yelling at movers for various transgressions (which I asked for you to forgive at the time; I hope those applications are moving through the absolution review process swiftly but one couldn't actually pick up the stuff and the other wouldn't let me check my inventory-I think it was fairly righteous anger).
Anyway, since Easter was mostly synched to pagan holidays as a way of making the conversion process more natural (if the history I have been told is to be believed), I was hoping I could get a do-over and devote the NEXT 40 days to the project.
I have a recipe some friends are interested in seeing, and I am going to send them here to find it and we can renew our commitment.
What do you say?
Much Love,
Abby
P.S. I am reading Living Biblically for One Year right now and really learning a lot from it about the origins of our traditions. Faaacinating.
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