they got up that very hour and returned

I am as bad as Hitler.

That's what true repentance is, isn't it? To know that every little sin is as large as every big sin in the scheme of things, and that no matter the size of the sin in our eyes, our very human, very corrupt eyes, the size is still large enough to keep you away from that Savior who loves you. Repentance is that hurting in your heart that no matter the sin, the fact that something, anything keeps you away from that Savior who reaches for you is more than you can bear. Repentance is that piece of you that longs, that leaps to be near that Savior who paid for you, and all of those things, even some of the objectively good things, you count as loss in view of the surpassing value of knowing that Savior.

Sometimes you remember how good it is to be near that Savior who calls you friend, and every minute away from Him you rue -- but never more than He whose hand was outstretched all that time waiting.