Yesterday, in continuing our yearly theme of “truth” (or “Truth,” if you are concerned I didn’t capitalize), I taught about the necessity of confession.
There are assumptions made when the word “confession” is used. Whether in a legal or a religious sense, confession usually connotes admitting to or naming wrongs one has done. One confesses crimes to the police or sins to a priest.
I am not taking issue with this sense of confession, but for full health and connection (in relationships), I contend confession means much, much more than merely admitting sins or guilt. Confession means admitting, at least to oneself and to God, who one really is.
Coming clean about who you are includes coming clean about who you aren’t. If you’ve lived more than a couple of years in our culture, you have undoubtedly taken on some aspect of identity that is not true to yourself. Likewise, we have all suppressed, hidden, or disguised some thing or things about ourselves.
Confession is speaking truth about oneself, as much truth as one can handle. Let’s face it; God knows all the truth about you and me anyway. The more honest with ourselves we can be about who we really are (and who we aren’t) and what we have done (as well as what we haven’t), the more available we are for God to work healing in us.