I was blessed yesterday to help a church celebrate its 75th Anniversary. It was a wonderful morning filled with memories and joy, including using an older form of the liturgy the church used the first time it celebrated the Sacrament of the Lord’s Supper. Perhaps the most striking thing about that service is the prominent role the Prayer of Confession plays with words that might seem harsh, or even offensive, in today’s world. But I was struck by the truth of the words. And their power. And how I felt free saying them. All of which makes me wonder what would happen if we Christians spent a whole lot less time trying to fix other people and a whole lot more time confessing our own sins to God and to one another.