Notes Kelly: "[Bonhoeffer] suggested that they might want to confess their sins privately to each other or else to him as the director of the community. This surprised them and, for some, even stirred up resentment, since it was not considered the 'Protestant' thing to do."
Still, he persevered in advocating for confession, both to God (who is the one who forgives) and to one another, as a way to help break the illusion of perfection and to free people from the secret shame of sin. And eventually he won over his community, and they began to confess to one another, to forgive one another, and to grow together.
While I was attending an Anglican church back in Chicago, during Holy Week the pastors and deacons would offer confession. Not because they could forgive, but because Christ forgives and because speaking our sins aloud, to one another in the presence of Christ, is freeing and healing.
I'm still mulling all this over during this Holy Week. What does it mean for us to "confess your sins, one to another"? All of my thinking about confession brought to my mind a poem by one of my former professors (and favorite poets), David Wright. It's in his book "Lines from the Provinces" which is filled with poetry about Chicago El train rides, liturgical practices, and the lonely plains of his home state of Illinois.
Making Confession
by David Wright
Confess several sins right off, first date--
Your selfishness, your love of candy
The child you fathered in high school
How much you hate your mother's cooking
How much you love your mother.
Later, see what tolerance she has for real depravity:
if she empathizes and forgives too quickly
if she looks understanding but keeps a list
of flaws to help you overcome
or if she simply sees through the ruse
of safe sins and habits of the past
if she knows how they will mask
tomorrow’s or today’s snarled lip
rolled eyes flared nostrils
that will wilt clichéd roses
you deliver to reconcile things done
and undone unforgivable in the present.
At last, confess your future faithless words
impatient hours of pretending to listen
making up wisdom on the spot
having sex when you should make love
making love when sex would be enough.
And if she calls them by name, sin, and confesses
they will matter will make her wonder
why she chose you a rock in her shoe
working its way into her tough heel and sole
then kiss her refill her coffee knowing
just how much cream she takes
and tell her all the wicked news she can stand
never letting go of her small angry hand.
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