I remember a Flintstone episode when Fred is torn between a little Fred-angel on one shoulder and a little Fred devil on the other. Putting aside the obvious theological concerns with that picture, I have to admit that the battle between my flesh and spirit can feel like that.

The past couple weeks at RMG I have had such a battle. I have wrestled with confessing sin versus pretending there was none.

As a believer, I know this should be a non-issue. The scripture clearly directs us to, “confess your sins to one another and pray for one another, that you may be healed.”

But we have talked about some hard issues: stewardship, the lust of the eyes and flesh, and the pride of life. They are issues we all struggle with but hate to admit. Seriously, who wants to say, “I don’t take care of what God gives me”; or “I think I am better than you”; or even better yet, “Sure, I lust ”? No one. Which is what my flesh was telling me.

At the same time, my spirit was reminding me that confession is right. I just don’t like it. It stings my pride. But, when I consider the humility of Christ, my Savior, how in the world can I allow my pride to stand in the way?  I can’t.

So despite the battle I felt, I was given the grace to push through, and I am so glad I was. As I confessed my struggles, I found other brothers in Christ who were willing to confess the same. It has been encouraging to experience the promise of scripture … confession really is healing.

RMG has quickly become a place where we can be transparent, lifting one another up, and exhorting one another to righteousness. If you have not found an RMG yet, I encourage you to do so very soon. It will change your life.