Forgive us our trespasses…
…as we forgive those who trespass against us. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
Boy, are those words ingrained in my head. When I was a kid, we used to say the Lord’s Prayer in school every morning. We had to recite it in the King James Version as well, so Shakespeare came quite easily to me (thanks, King James). As I said yesterday, repetition holds importance for me, so I’ve had this locked away in the back of my brain since a very young age. When I said it 180 times a year, for the first five years of school, it stuck in my memory.
So when I trespassed on BC Rail property on Monday afternoon, this phrase came ringing to the forefront of my consciousness. I had already crossed one set of tracks, then a makeshift bridge over a small creek, but as I gained ground I was met with this at eye-level. NO TRESPASSING. The Lord’s Prayer rang through, but then another thought jumped in right afterward. Someone had to paint that on the rail. It was someone’s job to get down on hands and knees and spray-paint that message right there, where hundreds, maybe thousands, of people have walked. I believe that it’s the railway company’s way of saying that, “If you get hit by a train here, we tried to warn you.”
Still, that still, small voice in my conscience, the one born of repetition of a King James phrased memorization regimen, spoke to me.