Since becoming a liturgist (one of two) at my church last summer, I have harbored a great desire to write prayers and litanies for worship.
I've been particularly interested in composing a Confession of Sin.
To commemorate the unspeakable violence endured by God Incarnate on my behalf, I share here my own confessions.
Confession of Sin for Good Friday:
Against You, O Lord, have I transgressed.
I have savored what I needed to ignore, and neglected what I needed to cherish.
I have reduced my fellow humans - complex creatures sculpted in Your image - to things; physical bodies, convenient categories, collections of qualities I either admire or disdain.
I have failed to trust and accept Your love, and the love of those who sincerely care for me.
I have squandered priceless blessings, failing to acknowledge Your unspeakable grace, generosity, and providence.
I have failed to follow You faithfully, too often bowing instead to cursory sensations.
I have been enticed by flashy fallacy, willingly deceived by hollow philosophy.
I have failed to uplift You at the center of my soul.
Lord, have mercy.