I can picture myself saying, quietly, “forgive me Father, for it has been … umm, Father, excuse me but what do I say if I have never actually confessed my sins, I mean I am a Christian and all and I did ask Jesus to forgive my sins … but confession of the actual sins, yea well umm no I don’t think I have actually ever said those … um you know … out loud or anything …”
Right, well my confession; it isn’t nearly as exciting as some of the stories I read when I googled “Forgive me Father, for it has been”. I might just be boring, at least currently. If I had to go back and lay it all on the line … well I would be blushing and I just don’t think I could get through it all.
Ok, yes, I remember ... the confession. Geez now I have made such a big deal about it I feel like I should spice it up a bit … but I won’t.
Every Sunday I am eager to get home from Church so that I can read the most recent installment on the PostSecret site. Sometimes I sit in church and wonder what new secrets will appear. Will I recognize any of the handwriting? Will someone else tell my secret? Which ones will be true?
I will stop short of saying it is an addiction, but I do look forward to it and I do miss it during the week.
Foe a while there was a site called secrets, it was similar to PostSecret in that people could anonymously post their secrets. I am sure that the intent was good and that some people really felt a release from it, but mostly I think it turned into a raunchy bitching spot.
I read it for a few weeks, off and on, and started to get a little put off by the contents. The next time I went to read it, I got an error message and I googled it and I saw messages all over asking “What happened to ….” – so who knows.
It could have been interesting, I am not sure if I would be more willing to send a secret via the internet or via the mail. Both certainly have privacy drawbacks. I am not enough of a computer person to know if my post could be tracked, but I am betting it could. And I am sure that a postcard could fairly easily be tracked as well …
Either way, I haven’t sent or posted anything … not that I don’t have any secrets, just that I don’t really know how to put any of them into words.
At one time, I thought that a blog might be a good place to make ones confessions. I quickly learned that this isn't exactly a safe forum either.
Maybe the best place is the confessional, with the Father who can dole out your penance and offer up absolution. This might be the one place that is still protected, although I am not sure about the ‘rules’ of Catholicism … I thought it was a little like The Attorney-Client Privilege .. but I don’t know much about that either.
What about you? How do you handle your confessions? I am curious .. there are things in my head that torment me somewhat .. that I just need to get out - I am not an axe murderer or anything, but just demons from the past that can keep me awake at night.
~ Most Humbly,
The present is what slips by us while we're pondering the past and worrying about the future.- Ziggy, cartoon foible
This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. Greater love has no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. -John 15:12-13