What if we have misunderstood sin?
What if sin is not so much about behavior, but fragmentation?
What if sinning means that we have forgotten who we are?
What if holiness has little to do
with willing ourselves to comply with a set of external standards
but instead, is about re-membering ourselves?
What if we concerned ourselves
less with avoiding evil
and more with becoming whole?
What if righteousness has little to do
with condemning sin
and much to do with living from our true self?
What if holy living was never about
but about welcoming ourselves back home?