Bearing My Burden at 20:11...

What I'm Doing at 20:11 in 2011... It's Monday night, so I'm at RCIA. Tonight's prayer is one that we remember for a long time. We start the evening with a rock. The instructions are to hold the rock in our non-dominate hand... all night long. We can't set it down, or switch hands for any reason.

After a while, we forget about the rock. It becomes warm and our hand conforms to the shape. We go about our business and accommodate for it by using our other hand or figuring out a different way to maneuver. It really becomes a part of us.

At the end of the evening we are told that our rock represents our burden... The sin that we carry around with us. It becomes a part of us... and we accommodate for it... trying to figure out a way to ignore it and just go along without thinking about. It isn't until we trade the rock for a feather that we realize the difference.

"My yolk is easy and my burden is light..."

But my burden left it's mark in my hand. This picture from 8:11, was only half way through the evening, and already you can see the stain on my fingers from holding the rock so tightly. Sin is like that. We can be forgiven, but we live with the consequences. The burden may be gone, but it has left it's mark. I am forever changed by the experience. Good or bad. Some people call that baggage... but that sounds so negative. It's a part of who I am and where I've come from... so it can't all be bad.