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Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Where I may be found

As you might be able to tell from the huge gaps between posts here, I don't blog here regularly. Seriously, folks, try Blogger for a much, much better blogging experience. So if you want to read some of what I'm writing:

My wife and I blog about faith, health, and family at Fondue.

Platte Daddy is my tech blog, for those who want to learn about agile software development, Ruby and Ruby on Rails, and that.


Tuesday, December 07, 2004

I just posted this as a comment on a friend of a friend's blog. Please comment here rather than there, so as not to invade further on the poor guy, whoever he is!

I know folks here are probably all Protestant, but I want to mention that the Orthodox Church (as in Russian and Greek, but American too, there are Orthodox churches worldwide) has an extremely long tradition of private, confidential confession with a priest, and it makes habitual, shameful sins like this so much easier to conquer. (Priests and other clergy confess confidentially to other priests just like everybody else.)

Many will read this comment and disapprove due to Roman Catholic stereotypes (the Orthodox church is quite different from Catholicism in many extremely important ways), but please consider this description of Orthodox confession in light of what this poor struggling worship leader is going through now:



After the serene hymns of the Saturday evening Vespers service preparing for the Sunday morning liturgy the next morning, the lights are dim and a few people stay, quietly reading Psalm 51 aloud as a meditation on true repentance. Then the priest -- whose role is to humbly represent Jesus -- quietly steps out from the altar (Orthodox architecture and theology treats the altar area as a Christian fulfillment of the Jewish Holy of Holies). He then stands next to the nearly-life-size image of Christ in front next to the altar, and begins praying silently, preparing to hear confessions.

One at a time, the repentant sinners (and in preparing for Communion, all Orthodox pray that they are the worst sinner, echoing St. Paul) come to confess their darkest sins. They stand directly before the image of Christ; the priest is at the side. It is Christ's fierce and merciful gaze that the penitent must face, not another mortal sinner, however well the priest lives the Gospel. The priest's role during the confession is to listen, to facilitate, to be the human responsible for providing accountability, to counsel...all of these things are essential, but the penitent's only hope (and terrifying fear) is that they are confessing their sins to the living God. As the priest reads at the beginning of confession: "My brother, inasmuch as you have come to God and to me, be not ashamed, for you speak NOT TO ME, BUT TO GOD, before whom you stand." And then after the penitent has made his confession, the priest says these tender words (which quote from John 20:23):

My spiritual child, who has confessed to my humble self, I, humble and a sinner, have not power on earth to forgive sins, but God alone; yet through that divinely spoken word which came to the Apostles after the Resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ saying `Whosesoever sins ye remit, they are remitted, and whosesoever sins ye retain, they are retained,' we too are emboldened to say Whatsoever thou has said to my most humble self and whatsoever thou has not succeeded in saying, either through ignorance, or through forgetfulness, whatever it may be; God forgive you in this present world, and in that which is to come.

All of this care and ceremony preserves the sanctity inherent in the holy act of repenting, returning to God. The priest is bound not to tell anyone what is confessed to him -- after all, God himself heard it and forgave.



I have personally conquered not one, but many habitual sins through Orthodox confession, and my heart breaks that so many Christians don't have access to this ancient practice. Forget for a moment your preconceptions about the priest part, if you're still hung up on that -- doesn't this sound like a wonderful way to return to God?


Monday, March 29, 2004

almost a year since my first/last/only post; sorry for that.

thinking of starting a for-real blog somewhere. There's now some real blogging software available in PHP, with nice formatting/templating stuff, and RSS feeds for blog groupies with NetNewsWire (Mac OS X) or FeedDemon (Windows) to scan with, and, and.

and also regretting purchasing john.platte.name, for 2 reasons:

  • um, my real name is Ryan

  • they're now selling .name 2TLDs, and I haven't checked, but I think my reservation of a *.platte.name domain may prevent purchase of the 2TLD (platte.name itself)! argh!


Thursday, April 24, 2003

Tonight was the Twelve Gospels service. 7 PM to 10:30 PM, a long one for our little guy.

Halfway through, the priest comes out bearing a large cross on his shoulder in procession, then nails an icon of the crucified Christ to it while we chant hymns of mourning. The ancient hymnwriters couldn't help lacing the hymns of mourning with forward references to the Resurrection, though.