This must have been a weekend for apologies. Whether it was Israel apologizing for the accidental slaughter of up to 60 old men, women and children or Mel Gibson apologizing for driving drunk and being beligerant and anti-semitic upon arrest, some high profile "sorrys" hit the airwaves. The two examples I cited make my own forthcoming apology to my landlord that my rent will be a little late seem like small potatoes. Maybe if I had an official spokesperson or publicist to handle my groveling it would feel more important. Or maybe, just maybe if I was apologizing for the accidental death of scores of innocents or for having made a celebrity spectacle of myself it would be meatier, more substantive. I don't know.
I used to think that an apology, if sincere and not overused, required that the recipient forgive the mentioned act. As an adult (and frequent screw up) I've learned that making amends is more for me than for the person I've wronged. Airing my errors is good for MY soul - forgiveness belongs to the the soul of the one(s) I've wronged.
I pray that Israel and Mr. Gibson (irony anyone?) can both find healing for their collective souls. As for me, that seems a journey worth taking.