It has been my custom for the last few years to make Sacramental Confession on a weekly basis. The reason for that act of faith on my part is so that the weight of my sin will never allow the enemy of God to apply pressure to my heart, which would deter my instant response to God’s call for action from me as I serve him.

It is imperative for me to get the slate of my heart clean for faithful service to my King. I used to think that in order to do something as foolish as this I would have to make up sins in order to convince him that I was really trying to be bad enough to be made good by him. That now sounds so stupid to me, but I was once there.

What I have discovered in these recent years is the reality that I simply cannot keep from committing stupid sins—I mean really stupid sins! Those sins I find myself unloading each week are the petty little things I should have outgrown many years ago—but NO! There they are again, week after week. What to do!?

The Prophet Isaiah gives us God’s perspective on this matter in 43.25: ‘I, even I, am he who blots out your transgressions, for my own sake, and remembers your sins no more.’ God erases my slate of life in order that he not kill me! Sin is death! In reality, therefore, I experience resurrection every week, and heaven will be no surprise to me when I arrive there, because I AM A CLEANSED ONE!