Trash Cans | Coulee City, WA | June 2019
Catholic confession is like tossing sins into a trash can, said the priest. “The sins still exist, but you’ve peeled them off your soul and plopped them in the garbage.” Well, maybe. It’s unclear what happens to those tossed transgressions, but the image of a Divine refuse receptacle has lodged in my mind for decades. Question is: Who empties those “sin bins”? I’m curious because at the moment I have a friend (yeah, that’s right, a friend) whose trash can overflows with minor misdeeds. Will angels in grubby jumpsuits pick up the garbage on weekends?