|Confession said on Sundays when I was a teen.|
Perhaps it just takes me a bit longer, but last year as I put together a Rule of Life (part of becoming an associate of the Order of the Holy Cross), I was again confronted with this prevailing belief that confession was some antiquated words that held no real meaning now.
I consulted Mary, a friend of mine, about this dilemma. It seems that, generally speaking, Episcopalians didn't much care for confession -- baggage most like from being Protestant and separated from the Catholic church 500 some years ago.
Mary shared with me a prayer that both thanked God for the day's blessings and asked me to recognize when I had been at fault. I liked the balance.
Saying this prayer led me to the eventual revelation that confession gives me a way to start over each day. To lay both the beauties and the uglinesses of the day at God's feet and start afresh the next day.
To not carry the burdens of wrong, unkindness and frustrations into the next day.
|My confession that I sometimes say in the morning (usually I pray the confession at night)|
Christ, for us, is born anew every day (which we especially remember at Advent and Christmas) and he is resurrected anew every day too.
What does this mean? Well, it's a chance to "do over" and not "dwell on it".
Which as I discovered is not as easy as it sounds when I reacted to something this morning -- loudly.
Perhaps I ought to confess at this point that I skipped confession this morning, and hurried through it the night before. Hmm.
|Lovely Christmas gift from my sister-in-law... "Prayer"|
But I still hope that it will become easier with practice, this letting go of burdens that I used to cling to and unhealthily obsess over.
What works for you in letting go of your burdens and baggage? Or what doesn't work?
I am linking this to Ann Voskamp's "Walk with Him Wednesdays".