If confession really stripped everything away and brought us into communion with Christ, then confessionals all over the country would be unable to keep up with the lines forming outside the churches! But that is hardly the problem. Confession is only part of it.
Have you ever been healed? To feel that exhaustive pain and weary mindless ache pulled out by the root from your soul like a weed? It is beautifully clean and free and fresh and whole. Healing restores yet somehow makes you glad for your pain.
Have you ever feared your lack of faith would ruin the whole thing? Have you avoided trying to seek God for fear nothing would happen? Well, don’t let your religion stop you … I say this to myself because the emotional pain and root issues I face all the time make me seem like such a hypocrite. To get to the bottom of things with God on a regular basis would shatter the goal I have to "get everything together." So I live in mediocrity so often, failing to reach out and pushing God away from me, so at least I can seem to have a level of stability. But who am I living for after all?
"What shall we say the kingdom of God is like, or what parable shall we use to describe it? It is like a mustard seed, which is the smallest seed you plant in the ground. Yet when planted, it grows and becomes the largest of all garden plants, with such big branches that the birds of the air can perch in its shade." —Mark 4:30
God, You know our hearts, and Your healing has come to bring us into alignment. Touch us and face us. May we allow You to make us that great big tree, that kingdom of power. It is not by might or power, but by Your Spirit. Heal us though we resist. Speak to us though we shut our ears. Love us though we feel disqualified. Father, give us courage to risk our lives to know You, to empty out and die, to live and be healed by Your capable hands.
1 Chronicles 19:13
2 Samuel 22:32-36