“There is none righteous, no, not one...” (Rom. 3:10) I couldn’t think of anything better than putting the words of the Apostle Paul in the epigraph. But it’s true! Is there anyone reading this who doesn’t regret anything? ? Is there someone holy and sinless, who did not think about evil, who did not say evil or did no evil? I meet people, and for me, at the moment of the meeting, they are what they are at that moment. And no others. Do I think about how they became like this? What path of trial, error, election and non-election did they go through? What pain do they carry within themselves? There is a wonderful new word - background. I still call it prehistory, or more often, anamnesis. Everyone has their own anamnesis, their own history. And we meet a person now. And we cannot cut him off from the past, cut off this phantom trace. Even if you really want to. It is enough to understand that without his history a person would not be himself. And we are faced with a choice - whether to accept a person entirely and completely, with his trials, errors, choices and non-choices. With its anxiety, pain, imperfection. With his unrighteousness. With his anamnesis. Simply because only with all this is he real. Are we ready to hear his story, accept it as something unchangeable, at least try not to judge and complain that “you can’t change anything”? This is true for us too. And for me. Everyone has their own history. They say that for each of us, hell is another person who looks at us. After all, he sees me at one point, frozen, motionless. Doesn't know the whole backstory that explains why I am like this. And I stand in front of him like a beetle in amber or a specimen in a museum, experiencing shame, guilt and the wildest anxiety that I awarded myself. He doesn’t know anything about me (and what the hell does he think about me)....Ready Should I tell my story, in the hope that it will be accepted as something unchangeable, will not be judged or complain that “you can’t change anything”? Am I ready to be accepted? “There is no righteous one, not a single one.” And then we We disagree with Paul. He writes “There is no one who understands.” I affirm - at the moment of telling my background, prehistory, whatever you want to call it - I understand. I understand what I am already saying. I'm already sharing. I’m already making mine a part of someone else. Yes, I’m again overcome with anxiety about how my innermost will be treated! But if I see careful treatment, if I see participation, attention and, oh, miracle, acceptance - what should I do now? ?!And you know, I will decide to change. For myself. For the one who receives. Because I can. I make a choice. There is no righteous one, not a single one! But through repentance I gain forgiveness. I grow in awareness of my sins and overcoming them. (By speaking, I can be understood and accepted. At the same time, I am aware of past events and understand what needs to be changed in the future (translated from Christian to psychological) It’s just a matter of little things - to meet someone who will not judge and accept. With trials, errors, choices and non-choices, with anxiety and imperfection, with shame and guilt. Who will look you in the eyes and will say that he understands, that he himself is the same. He will tell his story and choose to change, including for you..