Reflection—v.5, ‘…confessing their sins…’
I think confessing our sins is more difficult than we really give it credit. Can we really keep track of all the ways we offend God? You might even wonder why God seems to offend so easily, anyway. In the church where I grew up, typical of Presbyterians, we read a pre-scripted confession together, followed by fifteen seconds or so for personal, silent confession. Don’t get me wrong: I love so much of the sign and symbol of this act. But I also wonder if we have allowed ourselves enough space to really get to the heart of the matter. Confessing something to myself is hard enough; I might have been thinking for a couple of months that it was time to make a change. But saying it out loud brings tears to my eyes. Real confession takes hard, gutsy work–requiring us to go inward and examine our hearts. Despite its difficulties, confession really does do us good.
Oh, Lord, hear my confession–in the silence of my heart and before my sisters and brothers, even before those whom I have wronged. Guide me into the depths of my heart, where I fear to tread but might, if led by your love.