Silence. As I sit in the pew of a little brick church building on the outskirts of Savannah, GA I bow my head and let the noiselessness of the room fill me. Locked in a state of reflection, I prepare myself to be vulnerable, honest, and totally exposed. A man in robes enters the room and moves past me to the front of the sanctuary. He places a chair in the center of the altar and sits with his back to me; he quietly meditates and lifts his own prayers to heaven.
After a few more moments of reflection, I slowly approach the front. Kneeling just behind the man, I begin sharing the deepest and darkest truths of my soul in spoken prayer to God. As I render unto God all the sickness of my heart and soul that I can muster out of my memory, the man bears witness to my confession of sin. Then I speak the words signifying that I was finished and robed priest answers in response that I am forgive all my sins. After some words of encouragement, he leaves me to pray in silence as long as my heart would desire. After a time I took my leave, feeling like the weight of the world had been taken off my shoulders and full of life. And thus ended my first experience in participating in a formal confession.
I was very nervous about doing a confession, but it was something that been on my soul to do for quite some time. While I know there are many of my friends and family who will be quite taken aback by my having done this, I believe that it was something impressed upon me by the Holy Spirit to do. So in the confidence that my honesty would be kept secret (and that it was something I need to do) I let my heart pour out and I showed no restraint. In that prayer I spoke of things that I had shared with no living thing.
I know that many will argue about the theology of confessing to a priest, and that's all good-just leave your opinion in the comment section below. I'm writing to share my experience, not to convince anyone of it theologically. Even if you don't believe that it is a necessity to confess to a priest (or pastor, if you're into that sorta thing), you will never know the beauty and relief of having shared your sins with another human being and being accepted regardless of your darkness.
The beauty of going before someone of greater spiritual maturity who has devoted his life to caring for the souls of humanity and sharing the deepest and darkest parts of your being. To stand before God together like a child going before his father to tell him about the window he broke; having his older brother right there beside him to encourage him. And then having both the father and the brother hold him and say "all is forgiven. Let's go fix that window!" That is the beauty and glory of confession.
From this I find relief. Not only in knowing that I have been accepted and given grace by a spiritual director, but also the reality of God's acceptance and love by extent. In seeing that in a human being, I was able to walk in greater certainty of God's forgiveness and grace! In turn I believe I now have a better understanding of humanity and greater capacity for showing grace to fellow humans.
This is my experience and I am incredibly grateful that I yielded myself to the Spirit's leading despite the discomfort and difficulty that I faced in doing so.
Grace and Peace,
Stephen
After a few more moments of reflection, I slowly approach the front. Kneeling just behind the man, I begin sharing the deepest and darkest truths of my soul in spoken prayer to God. As I render unto God all the sickness of my heart and soul that I can muster out of my memory, the man bears witness to my confession of sin. Then I speak the words signifying that I was finished and robed priest answers in response that I am forgive all my sins. After some words of encouragement, he leaves me to pray in silence as long as my heart would desire. After a time I took my leave, feeling like the weight of the world had been taken off my shoulders and full of life. And thus ended my first experience in participating in a formal confession.I was very nervous about doing a confession, but it was something that been on my soul to do for quite some time. While I know there are many of my friends and family who will be quite taken aback by my having done this, I believe that it was something impressed upon me by the Holy Spirit to do. So in the confidence that my honesty would be kept secret (and that it was something I need to do) I let my heart pour out and I showed no restraint. In that prayer I spoke of things that I had shared with no living thing.
I know that many will argue about the theology of confessing to a priest, and that's all good-just leave your opinion in the comment section below. I'm writing to share my experience, not to convince anyone of it theologically. Even if you don't believe that it is a necessity to confess to a priest (or pastor, if you're into that sorta thing), you will never know the beauty and relief of having shared your sins with another human being and being accepted regardless of your darkness.
The beauty of going before someone of greater spiritual maturity who has devoted his life to caring for the souls of humanity and sharing the deepest and darkest parts of your being. To stand before God together like a child going before his father to tell him about the window he broke; having his older brother right there beside him to encourage him. And then having both the father and the brother hold him and say "all is forgiven. Let's go fix that window!" That is the beauty and glory of confession.
From this I find relief. Not only in knowing that I have been accepted and given grace by a spiritual director, but also the reality of God's acceptance and love by extent. In seeing that in a human being, I was able to walk in greater certainty of God's forgiveness and grace! In turn I believe I now have a better understanding of humanity and greater capacity for showing grace to fellow humans.
This is my experience and I am incredibly grateful that I yielded myself to the Spirit's leading despite the discomfort and difficulty that I faced in doing so.
Grace and Peace,
Stephen










