Confession

This post is by Christ Klein, a member of San Rafael First UMC:

"....Lent?"
"Mind you," I say, rather sheepishly (metaphor intended), "this is my best one yet."
"How so?"
"My iStaff."
"Your....?" (Wrinkled forehead, one brow down.)

"It reminds me every morning. At eight thirty. 'It is Lent, you dummy, quit stuffing yourself. Reflect. Pray for E and S.' .. I just added the 'dummy,' but you get what I mean."
"And this ... is Lent...?"
"Compared to my normal...I actually am eating ..a bit...less."
"And the ...?" (Slowly.)
"Reflection and prayers? Twitters. Mental. But they happen, and some days more than once. Without my Staff ...helpless." (Shakes head...self-conscious smile. Knows this ain't much.)
"I thought you were supposed to, like, seriously fast, or give up your TV hoops games. Pine for something. Suffer a bit, groan. ... Penance?"

"Compared to the normal me, this is flyin'."
"Whose wings? Yours or the phone's?"
"God's, I hope."
"Maybe ... paragliding?"
"Good image!" (Smiles again, softly.) "Strapped in the sling. Under the wing ... In the shadows."
"Great views! ... Is it ... scary?"
"Sometimes ... yes."