Small deceptions work like a narcotic, making us feel nicely respectable. Especially in church.
The whole church needs to encounter the courage and truthfulness of the fact that God created us good, to love and be loved.
Molly Phinney Baskette's book is not a robust example of the Christian practice of confession. But she does offer a glimpse into the life of a church that is thriving against the odds.
It is a subtle shift that we make in our liturgy and preaching. But it’s an important one. We do terrible things and we must confess our action. But we are good. We are made in the image of God. And in Jesus Christ, we are forgiven people.
I, Brian, a sinner, a most simple suburbanite, a generally decent sort but subject to fits of selfishness, do here wish to confess and be shriven.
I'm intrigued by the public radio program This I Believe. How often are we asked direct questions about what we believe? And what would you or I say when asked by Jesus, "Who do you say that I am?"