Thirteen
This is what she said:
I saw many things in the course of coming to understanding, but I did not see sin. An animal, beloved of its owner, and dedicated to its owner, may, in the enthusiastic pursuit of its animal instincts, become so absorbed in its own activities that it forgets, momentarily, that it has a home, that it belongs with someone who cares deeply for it, and so it becomes separated from its owner and unable to find its way home. Do we say, ‘Bad dog, for running off’? No. We search for the dog, we mourn its loss and, if the dog does not, cannot, return we remember our faithful pet with great affection and thankfulness for the time it spent with us. Humbly, I began to understand that sin is just an acting out of the forgetfulness of our divine origin, an amnesia about
