Confessions of the Well-Behaved

“I’m sorry, Mom.”

“For what?”

“What I did.”

“What did you do?”

“You know.”

“Yeah, but you need to say it.”

My well-behaved, highly responsible, perfectionist firstborn is a great kid. She makes good choices; she’s well-behaved, a brilliant student, and genuinely concerned with doing the right thing. Like the stereotypical firstborn, she thinks rules are important and likes to follow them. And she’s extremely hard on herself when she fails. Since she was a toddler, it’s been easy for her to apologize and painfully difficult for her to say what she did wrong, to name her sin and shortcomings.

Parenting this girl for 14 years has taught me a lot about myself and my relationship with God. In fact, I’ve learned something about confession: the people most in need of confession are the most well-behaved.

Most of us, without thinking about it, probably believe that the people who most need confession are the ones who’ve done the worst or the most “really bad things,” like murderers. These are people we place in a different category from the rest of us. While the rest of us occasionally “mess up,” the ones who really need to confess are burdened with the guilt of really bad deeds. Of honest-to-goodness sin that we figure God probably has to really exert himself to forgive.

This kind of thinking itself reveals the true nature of confession and why we need it. Confession’s primary purpose is not to set us straight, give other people satisfaction in our shame, or make it easier for God to forgive us. It’s to show us our sin. To show us who we are, in comparison not to others, but to our perfect, holy God. And to the undeserved grace he extends every single time. The people who most need to see our own sin are the ones most tempted to think we’re not that bad.

This is why God, in his wisdom, gave us the law–the requirements and prohibitions we slam into when we try to go our own way. The Apostle Paul tells us, “God’s law was given so that all people could see how sinful they were. But as people sinned more and more, God’s wonderful grace became more abundant. So just as sin ruled over all people and brought them to death, now God’s wonderful grace rules instead, giving us right standing with God and resulting in eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord” (Romans 5:20-21). The law exists to show us our sin so we can understand and accept God’s grace–and be changed by it. Without a shameful and repentant acknowledgment of who we are, grace is just a nice name for a pretty girl.

When my well-behaved daughter can’t bring herself to say what she did wrong, she doesn’t have to fully face her sin and shortcomings. But unless she does, she won’t fully see her need for Christ either. And she won’t see the brightness of the light of his grace cutting through her own cloud of sin.

So when my daughter apologizes, I require her to describe her behavior. And then I forgive her effusively. And I remind her that God does the same when she confesses to him. I ask her to do this hard work for the good of her heart and soul–so she can live in the assurance of forgiveness and grace that really mean something. Not to get lost in her sin, but to be truly found by the most astounding truth possible.

My daughter and I have a lot in common (although I’m not a firstborn; I’m a middle child, and I don’t really like rules that much–I like my own ideas better). I’m a perfectionist too, and I’ve spent a lot of energy trying to be good enough to merit God’s love and favor. I often live as if my chief calling in life is to avoid confession. On the contrary, while God calls us to holiness, he won’t be fooled. There’s no avoiding the need to confess. Even our attempts at good behavior are fraught with sin and the suggestion that what we do is as good as what God does. We need to believe this: “We are all infected and impure with sin. When we display our righteous deeds, they are nothing but filthy rags” (Isaiah 64:6).

In the process of trying to help my daughter experience grace in contrast to her sin, I’ve realized how much I need this lesson myself. I need to confess constantly, with shocking honesty and complete disregard for how I stack up against others. And then accept and embrace the undeserved and yet freely given grace God wraps around me, his own child.

2 Comments
  1. Bj says:

    I was 32 years old. I remember the exact moment when I realized I no longer had to be perfect. It was as if a great bolt of lightning had hit my brain and I literally said out loud “oh my God” My SMS,guilt,quest to never make a mistake or having to feel guilty when I screwed up was lifted.

    I am 75 now and trust me,I have made lots of mistakes, had not so good behavior, and sorry for lots of things. I am sure however, that my God loves me and forgives me long before I do myself. I might worry the another person might not my not forgive me but I know he does and that allows me to forgive myself

  2. waynedeibel says:

    Amy, this is so true. Thanks for the story

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