Is con­fes­sion re­ally good for the soul?

Record Observer - - Religion -

I have a con­fes­sion to make. My first con­fes­sion, of course, is that I do not al­ways make con­fes­sions. Not that I don’t have things to con­fess, but I am rather slow in own­ing up to what I am do­ing and con­fess­ing it.

For ex­am­ple. When the Gra­cious Mis­tress of the Par­son­age says, “Who for­got to put the milk back into the re­frig­er­a­tor?” I usu­ally pre­tend I did not hear her and try avoid­ing any kind of con­fes­sion.

Af­ter all, why should I con­fess to some­thing that she knows as true al­ready? I am not sure why she asked such ques­tions; I only can think that she is try­ing to rub it in or some­thing. I do con­fess that I do not con­fess as of­ten as I should.

Not that I don’t be­lieve in con­fess­ing. I talk about it all the time but when it comes to me, I can al­ways come up with a rea­son­able ex­pla­na­tion of what I did or did not do. My phi­los­o­phy is sim­ply this; if you can ex­plain your ac­tion why con­fess do­ing it?

And so, I need to clear my soul and make a good con­fes­sion.

My wife and I agree on one level. Both of us leaned to­wards be­ing worka­holics. She leans fur­ther than I do, I will con­fess. But I also suf­fer prob­lems in the worka­holic area.

This is one rea­son why I do not re­ally ap­pre­ci­ate hol­i­days for what they re­ally are. Tak­ing a day off does not seem like a very good thing to do, from my per­spec­tive. I do not mind work­ing 24/7.

Isn’t this the rea­son God gave us lap­top com­put­ers? No mat­ter where I go, I can take my work with me. Hal­lelu­jah, and pass me another job to do.

On our va­ca­tion, the wife spends all her time check­ing out the thrift stores in the area. Be­lieve me, that is a job in it­self. I, on the other side of the va­ca­tion, usu­ally stay in the room mak­ing con­ver­sa­tion with my com­puter. There is al­ways another ar­ti­cle to do, another ser­mon to write, another chap­ter in a book to com­plete.

Don’t get me wrong here. I’m not com­plain­ing, mind you. I love al­ways hav­ing some­thing to do. I love the fact that I am able to choose what I am go­ing to be do­ing. I can­not imag­ine what it is like hav­ing some­body else telling me what to do. Oh yes, that’s would be what a hus­band is all about. Let me just con­fess my er­ror right here.

Both my wife and I love the work we are do­ing and of­ten do not even con­sider it to be work. We just love what we are do­ing and we love the fact they were able to do it. But my con­fes­sion! It was the last hol­i­day and as usual, I went to my of­fice right af­ter break­fast and be­gan my daily work. For some rea­son the thought haunted me that this was a hol­i­day and I was prob­a­bly the only per­son in the world work­ing.

I shook off that silly thought and got back to work.

I looked at my watch and it was 11 o’clock. One more hour and it would be lunchtime. One more hour! Im­me­di­ately I thought of how much I could ac­com­plish in that one hour and so I set my mind back into the work mode.

I looked at my watch again and it was 11:05 AM. Fifty-five more min­utes and it would be lunchtime. Fifty-five more min­utes! I am not quite sure what hap­pened at the time but I be­gan think­ing some rather strange thoughts. Like, who would care if I quit for an early lunch?

It did not take me long to close up shop and head home for an early lunch. When I got there, my wife was rather sur­prised and told me that lunch was not quite ready yet.

I as­sured her that I was not in a hurry and went into the liv­ing room and sat in my fa­vorite easy chair lean­ing back and took the snooze-po­si­tion. For the life of me, I can un­der­stand what hap­pened. It just felt so good just to set there and do noth­ing.

My wife called me to lunch, we had a very de­li­cious lunch to­gether and my plans were to get back to the of­fice and into work mode.

As I got up to leave I hap­pened to glance in the di­rec­tion of the liv­ing room and saw a lonely easy chair long­ing for some­one to set on her.

“Well,” I thought to my­self, “just a few min­utes of sit­ting won’t do any­body any harm.”

So I went and sat down in the chair. It felt so good. An hour went by. Then I con­vinced my­self, “Why not just spend one more hour in this very com­fort­able chair.”

And so my con­fes­sion. On the last hol­i­day, I ab­so­lutely did noth­ing. I sat in my chair and be­fore I knew it, it was sup­per­time.

For my con­fes­sion. I must con­fess quite sin­cerely that it re­ally and truly felt good to do noth­ing for a whole day.

John the beloved un­der­stood this when he wrote, “If we con­fess our sins, he is faith­ful and just to for­give us our sins, and to cleanse us from all un­righ­teous­ness” (1 John 1:9).

The ex­pe­ri­ence of God’s won­der­ful for­give­ness is based upon my con­fes­sion.

The Rev. James L. Sny­der is pas­tor of the Fam­ily of God Fel­low­ship, in Sil­ver Springs Shores. Call him at 352-687-4240 or email jamess­ny­der2@att.net. The church web­site is www.whatafel­low­ship.com.

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