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I'm Confessing That I Love You

When is confession a good idea? Confessing your love for someone may lead to a positive lifetime change. A small confession for a social infraction may endear one to the listener and give an air of honesty and humility. Admitting you were wrong can be an opportunity to ingratiate. I confess that at first I thought your recipe for Eggplant and Bananas Flambee looked ludicrous, but it’s delicious! Maybe, don’t say ludicrous.

Getting something off your chest may feel freeing, but what if hearing about it causes pain and injury to the listener? An illicit dalliance may weigh heavy on someone to the point they feel they must confess it to their partner. That’s a load off my chest! But revealing it must hurt the other party and damage any trust they have built in the relationship, and I think once gone, it can never return. People may forgive, may understand, but that which is broken cannot be made new. It may be mended, but it will forever show a crack. So, is it important to tell? I’m kind of on the fence about this one. Would I want to hear a confession or remain in the dark? Hope I don’t have to pick.

Does a sin require confession? This is not in my purview and I raise the question but have no opinion. I do think it odd though, that a confessed sin can be forgiven with prayer and absolution and you are then made pure again. That is a peculiar concept to me. Why bother to be good if you know absolution always awaits?

And then there is the area of a crime. A confession is surely to be sought to punish the responsible, make the populace safe, and inform the victim - with restitution if and when possible. Confessing to a crime is the most necessary sort of confession.

The witness stand confession is such a satisfying staple of courtroom dramas. The wily prosecutor – or often, the defense in a brilliant move to save his client from a wrongful conviction- guides and goads the witness into a startling admission in front of all onlookers. Yes! I did it! And I’m glad! The relief and sometimes, pride shows on the confessor’s face.

They usually leave out the next part. The part with jail time, no absolution.

Shhhhhhh.

By The Light of The Fiery Skull