Lenten Calendar: Confession

Why and how to reckon with the things on our conscience?

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Candy Chang’s traveling project invited people to post anonymous confessions as an opportunity for “catharsis and consolation” http://candychang.com/work/confessions/

To whom and to what end do we confess?

What do we gain and what does it cost us to accept a confession?

What do any of us do with it once it is out there?

It is at once a comfort and a challenge to remember how much we all stand in the need of grace. 

Late Results

We wanted to confess our sins but there were no takers.
—Milosz

 

And the few willing to listen demanded that we confess on television.
So we kept our sins to ourselves, and they became less troubling.
The halt and the lame arranged to have their hips replaced.
Lepers coated their sores with a neutral foundation, avoided strong light.
The hungry ate at grand buffets and grew huge, though they remained hungry.
Prisoners became indistinguishable from the few who visited them.
Widows remarried and became strangers to their kin.
The orphans finally grew up and learned to fend for themselves.
Even the prophets suspected they were mad, and kept their mouths shut.
Only the poor—who are with us always—only they continued in the hope.

— Scott Cairns

 

Advent Reflection – Day 6

Christmas Green

Just now the earth recalls His stunning visitation.  Now
the earth and scattered habitants attend to what is possible: that He
of a morning entered this, our meagered circumstance, and so
relit the fuse igniting life in them, igniting life in all the dim
surround.  And look, the earth adopts a kindly affect.  Look,
we almost see our long estrangement from it overcome.
The air is scented with the prayer of pines, the earth is softened
for our brief embrace, the fuse continues bearing to all elements
a curative despite the grave, and here within our winter this,
the rising pulse, bears still the promise of our quickening.

– Scott Cairns in Compass of Affection: Poems New and Selected

This photograph was taken by Jim Peaco of the National Park Service 10 years after the 1988 Yellowstone fires  Lodgepole pine forests reestablish themselves amongst standing dead trees.