It is hard to say I'm sorry. Lacking humility, lacking patience and not being able to see beyond my own pride and ideologies have become a heavy load to bear.

Spring is upon us. It means that all those things that have died in the winter are now coming up alive in color and beauty.

But why is it so hard to believe that our lives are just like these flowers and beauty? Fear of losing, questions of authority and judgmental comments can only separte us? I realize that there has to be something greater we all seek. How can I tell those of you who I hurt with my words, I am sorry? How can I help but tell you I was wrong in being stubborn and bullish? How can I tell you that my anger and resentment towards you was wrong? I can only do this today with a hope for humility.

I have been hurt by many people, both from in my spiritual life to my everyday living. I have been judged by many people and sometimes disdained. I have been the pain in the rear for some. I am sorry. And I do forgive you.

Humility of heart does not just come by saying sorry. It also comes when we are willing to take the gruff silently and wish the best for our enemies or foes. Perhaps I will never fully succeed to master humility, because that would be totally the wrong way to go. Yet I can make a step to being kind, cordial and forgiving.

Perhaps it's time we all said sorry and I forgive you. Maybe the many who do so will be free to change hearts and make this world better. How about it?

Roberto Jaramillo


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Roberto, I confess to be a little puzzled by your letter, and the couple of replies so far haven't helped me. It's with no sense of joy or superiority that I find myself making this one comment: if something dies in winter, it doesn't come back; it's simply dead.


Yes there is a difference between dormant and dead.


I interpret it spiritually and metaphorically. Perhaps Roberto has another meaning he'd like to share.

We are currently in Lent, the 40 days leading up to Easter. The word Lent comes from the Middle English word meaning Spring. Winter and Spring represent death and rebirth.

The gospels speak of dying to self to be reborn. The Lenten season is a good time for us to die to our pride and arrogance in order to be reborn as new, kinder, gentler beings. This is how Richard Rohr explains it.

"As Jesus clearly puts it, one “self” must die for another “Self” to be born. That message is quite explicit in all four Gospels (Matthew 16:25; Mark 8:35; Luke 9:24; John 12:24). In the practical order, this mostly feels like taking my “self,” my ego—both its hurts and its importance, which are largely manufactured by my mind—less seriously day by day. Growth in salvation is growth in liberation from the separate self and falling into our first nature, which is our “foundational holiness” or original, ontological union with God."



Roberto, I always enjoy your letters and your humble kindness. I was reminded of this parable. It certainly speaks to real life issues right here in Douglas County.

Luke 18:9-14 New International Version

The Parable of the Pharisee and the Tax Collector

To some who were confident of their own righteousness and looked down on everyone else, Jesus told this parable: “Two men went up to the temple to pray, one a Pharisee and the other a tax collector. The Pharisee stood by himself and prayed: ‘God, I thank you that I am not like other people—robbers, evildoers, adulterers—or even like this tax collector. I fast twice a week and give a tenth of all I get.’

“But the tax collector stood at a distance. He would not even look up to heaven, but beat his breast and said, ‘God, have mercy on me, a sinner.’

“I tell you that this man, rather than the other, went home justified before God. For all those who exalt themselves will be humbled, and those who humble themselves will be exalted.”


I, too enjoyed Robeto's letter. It really made me think of Martin Luther King, Jr.'s opening in "Letter from Birmingham Jail" when he addresses the clergymen about justice and unity. The Letter really is about healing. He writes: "But more basically, I am in Birmingham because injustice is here. . . . Like, Paul, I must constantly respond the Macedonian call for aid." Those words and the rest of that passage and the entire letter rings deep with a cry for healing. I was thinking a lot about this with all these LTEs lately that address confession, apologies, and community unity. Paul writes in 1 Corinthians 13 -- ya know that one often used at weddings--that "If I have all the eloquence of men or of angels, but speak without love, I am simply a gong booming or a cymbal clashing. If I have the gift of a prophecy, understanding all the mysteries there are, and knowing everything, and if I have faith in all its fulness, to move mountain, but without love, then I am nothing at all. If I give away all that I possess, piece by piece, and if I even let them take my body to burn it, but am without love, it will do me no good whatever.

Love is always patient and kind; it is never jealous; love is never boastful or conceited; it is never rude or selfish; it does not take offense, and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins but delights in the truth; it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.

. . .

In short, there are three things that last: faith, hope and love; and the greatest of these is love."

I must add, however. However passing knowledge may be, we all need to put a little faith its acquisition because, as St. Paul says, "Love delights in Truth."

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