Sometimes (and only sometimes) we let old food fester in a Tupperware container. All household parties know it’s there; but let’s be honest, we all just get what we need and close the door in hopes that we quickly forget about it so the other person can clean it out.
Can I get a witness!
And while you grumble under your breath because you’re the one left with the dirty deed, there is a slight release of dopamine in the satisfaction that it’s finally cleaned. Or at least you’re happy that this issue isn’t looming anymore.
Confession is opening that lid with fear on your face just before you gag from the sight and smell.
Nobody wants to do it; and so we let it fester. And fester. And mold. It’s ugly and unpleasant; but when we get the gumption to fess up, to receive forgiveness from God, and/or to reconcile with those we’ve hurt, there is a peace and freedom to know that all is well. In that moment we realize that taking the time and expending the energy to face our sins for the cleansing of our soul is totally worth it.
Confess, sisters and brothers, repent, receive God’s amazing grace, and be free.