Monday Confessions

I confess I'm surprised to be writing a second Monday Confessions… so soon. As the history of this blog indicates this is quite unusual.

I confess that although I spend a good amount of time preparing for Sunday's messages I don't spend nearly enough. I confess that often it shows. I confess that God's grace seems to always gain the victory and He blesses His Word. Speaking of God's grace, I confess it never ceases to amaze me.

I confess I put my pajamas on this evening at 5:30 without blinking an eye (it wasn't even dark yet). Monday evenings are like an oasis of refreshment. I confess that there is nothing on TV worth watching on Monday nights so reading, writing, talking and sometimes studying makes for a great time. I confess that as I wrote that last line, "The Voice" came on, so… forget the reading, writing, talking and studying. I guess I just confessed I like "the Voice."

I confess that the death of people in pop culture gives me mixed emotions. Just as icons of my past such as Jimmy Hendrix, Janis Joplin, and Jim Morrison, the death of Whitney Houston grieves me to the soul. I confess that with each of these (and many others) I grieve their rejection of the truth of the gospel. I confess I grieve knowing they are now eternally separated from the mercy, grace and life of our God and will spend an eternity in hell. I confess that this is a difficult truth to ponder. I confess I have mixed emotions by the god-like portrayal painted of these by the media.

I also confess my hypocrisy is manifested by my lackadaisical attitude when it comes to sharing the gospel with my neighbors.

Okay, these are my confessions. What are yours?