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Marithorne
Guest
There is such a thing in (at least Southern Baptist) many protestant faiths as going forward at the invitation period and telling the pastor what you are repenting of, and publicly professing your faith. Even if done in private, you are encouraged to come forward on Sunday morning to publicly do this. Its called renewing your faith. It involves going to the altar publicly in front of the congregation, praying to God, talking to the pastor or some other lay person, and then having the pastor tell the entire congegration that you have repented and are renewing your faith with Christ. It also involves all the church coming up to hug you afterwards or to shake your hand.
They don’t call it a confession, but that is what it is. It is often when a Christian has back slidden and comes forward to repent. For what we call venial sins, most just pray to God to forgive them and go about their lives. I, personally, love the sacrament of Confession in the Catholic Church. And no, its not me confessing to a man, its me confessing to God with my priest as a witness, someone who has God’s authority to absolve me and counsel me on how to not do it again. I feel lighter as I leave, and I am comforted to know that no matter what I do, my priest, just like my heavenly father, loves me and forgives me. He never judges me or condemns me. I always hated the pressure and humiliation that I felt going forward at an altar call. That is just my two cents.
They don’t call it a confession, but that is what it is. It is often when a Christian has back slidden and comes forward to repent. For what we call venial sins, most just pray to God to forgive them and go about their lives. I, personally, love the sacrament of Confession in the Catholic Church. And no, its not me confessing to a man, its me confessing to God with my priest as a witness, someone who has God’s authority to absolve me and counsel me on how to not do it again. I feel lighter as I leave, and I am comforted to know that no matter what I do, my priest, just like my heavenly father, loves me and forgives me. He never judges me or condemns me. I always hated the pressure and humiliation that I felt going forward at an altar call. That is just my two cents.
