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Confession
Michael George Spielman
My confessions betray me, they expose my utter absurdity. Why is it easy to confess to God and not to man? Because I don't understand the degree of my wickedness, the nature of my sin or the character of the Almighty. If I really understood how despicable my behavior is, I would fear the judgment of God more than the judgment of man. When a young child busts out the family room window with his baseball, he rightly fears the wrath of his father, not his brother. If anything, he will confide in his sibling long before he will his dad. His sibling knows what it is to be in trouble and what it is to displease his dad. His is a sympathetic ear. The madness of my behavior is that I run to my dad in nonchalant confession, terrified that my brother should learn the truth and the think the less of me. Lord, help me confess.
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