Secrets have a way of escaping the closet. Skeletons resurrect and give an account. The past is ripped from the pages of history and thrust into the present moment uttering threats.
Addictions? Abortion? Boyfriends? Ex-husband? Unethical work behavior? Affairs?
Do any of these words describe your past? Is the root of a secret eating your soul? Does it whisper your name? Call you unworthy? Does it beckon you into the dark fearing the flame shedding light to your history?
We fear discovery. Afraid of the day friends discover our imperfections, our struggles, our sin. So we continue to dance in the shadows. Covering sin with good works. Pretending we have always been so grown-up. So pulled together. So perfect.
Romans 3:23 “for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God,”
Let me be the first to admit it. I am not now, never was, or ever will be perfect. I sin. Continually. I will always struggle with my self-serving sin nature. Specific sins have caused me great grief, shame, and regret. Then comes the beautiful words in verse 24:
“and all are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus.”
Justified freely. Grace. Redemption. The spotlight shifts from me to where it belongs. On the God who declares me beautiful when he views me through the lens of his Son and the sacrifice made on my behalf.
My sordid history, your sordid history, is part of a story about a God who died for us while we continued to sin.
Confessing sin does what nothing else can. It illuminates my desperate need of grace and forgiveness. It reveals that anything good in me is the result of God’s mercy in my life. It shows me what God has known all along, I need a Savior.