A series of 7 stand-alone evenings exploring the seven deadly sins in a contemporary context with readings from a collection of authors, poets and writers!
Wednesday 4th March- Pride
Wednesday 18th March - Greed
Wednesday 25th March - Envy
Friday 10th April- Lust
Wednesday 15th April - Gluttony
Wednesday 22nd April- Sloth
Friday 1st May- Wrath
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‘Some of Our Sins’
I remember it well- a stuffy church in the summer and an ancient priest who spoke of sin like it was something in my blood. I asked my mum what I might have done at 8 years old that qualified me to spend eternity begging for forgiveness. I can’t remember her answer but I know I have spent many years begging anyway.
With time I learned that sin is the fear-monger.
Meant to keep some small and playing ball. Determined by the body you are in. The soundness of your mind or the colour of your skin. It sees the people pushed to their limits and edges called sinful as scapegoats.
While many men and others sin without a sound. Daylight robbery and rape disguised as righteousness and reason and always forgiven. Or, scarier still, not disguised at all. Because, brazen and brash as they may be with their badness, death does not befall them. Death becomes another.
And sin becomes shame. It stops us from seeing differently, the shadows within us. From seeing differently, the things we called sin that never were. From shouting or sleeping or saying no. It stops us from sinning back at bigger sins at play.
The world is as it stands but not how it started. The world is as we know it but how do we want it?
How do we reckon with what we’ve been taught to be light? With what has been deemed darkness? How do we hold onto our wholeness? The cacophony of the human condition?
And how do we speak about sinning? When some things written in stone are not as certain as they seem and sins are only deadly for some.
