God of all mercy,
we confess that we have sinned against you,
opposing your will in our lives.
We have denied your goodness in each other,
in ourselves, and in the world you have created.
We repent of the evil that enslaves us,
the evil we have done,
and the evil done on our behalf.
Forgive, restore, and strengthen us
through our Savior Jesus Christ,
that we may abide in your love
and serve only your will. Amen.
Almighty God have mercy on us, forgive us all our sins through the grace of Jesus Christ, strengthen us in all goodness, and by the power of the Holy Spirit .
I think I broke our blog.
I’m a fan of Tony Woodlief. Here’s another reason why.
Doug Wilson is blogging about clerical garb. Says it may make preachers look girlie. Whatcha think, Basketeers™?
I find a kind of excellence in confessing certain sins. Not that the confession is excellent, but the possession of the sin itself. Sins like pride and covetousness seem almost virtues in a culture like ours, so to confess them as sin is almost to boast of noble vulnerability. But there are other sins which, when confessed, are not in the least flattering. And I’ll not list them here.
The reason I do not wish to confess them is not because of what others may think of me (though that is not of little consequence – have that for one confession!), nor is it what my Lord will think of me (what does he not already know?). The reason I avoid confessing these sins, these baser and most putrid sins, is that I don’t want to know of them myself. These are my sins, indeed.