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| Copyright © 2002 by The Voice of Prophecy |
| David B. Smith |
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| December 4, 2002 |
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THE ART OF CHRISTIAN CONFESSION #3 AFRAID OF CONFESSING TO NEWSWEEK Here in the U.S., as we fumble our way through another
election year, candidates for office are increasingly being asked by a
rabid media to confess the sins of their past. “Did you do such-and-such
when you were younger?” “Did you ever try this certain illegal drug when
you were in college?” One person seeking the presidency, apparently not
learning from the experiences of a previous occupant of the White House,
carefully dribbled out information about how long he’d been drug-free:
seven years, then fifteen, then fifteen-and-a-quarter. News reporters
began to grumble: “Why doesn’t he just TELL us?” “I would rather die,” he writes bluntly, “than confess that sin.” The story has a happy ending — God empowered him with
the strength to finally go to the person and make his confession — but
it’s a fact that stark FEAR and raw SHAME are the two ingredients which
we think are linked with the word “confession.” “There is now NO condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.” And in John chapter eight Jesus made this truth so wonderfully personal and one-to-one when He said to a woman taken in adultery — a woman who hadn’t even had the chance to say her words of confession yet: “‘Has no one condemned you?’ ‘No one, sir,’ she said. ‘Then neither do I condemn you,’ Jesus said.” How about punishment? Friend, that’s the greatest foundation
truth in the Christian religion. Jesus Christ has already borne our punishment
on Calvary. We can confess our sins to Him knowing that the punishment
for them will never land on us, because it already landed on Him! “Jesus has always known us,” he writes. “His understanding and His love for us are perfect and absolute. We can share with Him the truth about ourselves, both good and bad, in the certain knowledge that He will forgive — HAS forgiven — our every sin and flaw, and can guide us to a better life.” Have you ever thought about that? I mean, really thought
about it? You remember the sad story where President Clinton, when the
Lewinsky scandal was just breaking, called his old friend Dick Morris
on the phone. “I didn’t do everything they’re saying,” he said, “but I
did do something.” And then he asked: Would the people of the United States
stand for it? If he admitted the whole thing? Well, Dick Morris ran one
of those quickie phone surveys and came back with the results: no, they
wouldn’t. If the people knew the truth, knew HIM, knew his inner demons,
what he’d done . . . it would be the end. “Well, then,” Clinton is said
to have responded, “we’ll just have to win.” Meaning with a campaign to
NOT confess, to cover it all up. “Fortunately, God’s willingness to hear our confession and forgive us completely is inexhaustible.” This is what made the difference for Martin Luther. As Edwin Booth points out in his book, Martin Luther, The Great Reformer, this young seminary professor began to study and teach on the doctrine of the Cross. And here he found the truth. Here he found assurance. Here he discovered what God’s attitude was toward sinners. Booth writes: “In the historic work of Christ he found the proof of God’s everlasting affection. Around Christ and the crucifixion, then, he wove his hope.” “I felt myself to be reborn,” he confessed, “and to have gone through open doors into paradise.” Before we close today, let me share another precious
anecdote, to balance out some of the Protestant flavor of the week thus
far. Some of you know the tremendous and touching story of Cardinal Joseph
Bernardin, the Catholic priest who was falsely accused of sexually abusing
a young seminary student. The story was completely false, but what agony
this quiet servant went through before his name was cleared. And perhaps
what sustained him most was that God DID know. His friend and Savior Jesus
surely knew the truth. Later, as you also may recall, Joseph Bernardin
died a premature death due to cancer. The beloved Cardinal Archbishop
of Chicago was laid to rest November 14, 1996. “I must always keep my eyes focused on Jesus,” he writes in his tight, cramped handwriting. “He must be the center of my life. I must ‘let go’ so He can work in and through me. I must visualize the Jesus with whom I am intimately united, with whom I am in love (I must not be afraid to say this) as a real friend, a manly person who — even though He is God’s Son — shares all the human feelings I experience: joy, sorrow, doubt, anxiety, etc.; one who will give me strength and support; one who understands and loves me despite my sins and weaknesses; one who will embrace me and give me comfort and a sense of security if I let Him. In short, I must trust Him completely.” Then he adds a P.S.: “If I do I have NOTHING TO FEAR — regardless of the pain and frustration of the present moment.” Did you notice that? “I have nothing to fear.” “He
understands me,” Bernardin wrote in amazement and praise. “He loves me
despite my sins and weaknesses.” “I can trust Him completely; I MUST trust
Him completely.”
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