Allow me to work with the controversial example of confessing to an offishul holy d00d.Please finesse the controversial aspect.
I strut around all full of being forgiven, all full of God's love not only being more important than my sin but the most important thing of all.
Right up until I have to put my money where my mouth is and demonstrate that I base my self-concept not on me or on what others think of me but on what God has done for me.
And all of a sudden it's “Um yea, but I have these pencils to sharpen. Let me get back to you on that.”
TO get all Catholicked (unless you're going to be baptized) you have to make a confession. So a friend whom I was sponsoring just asked me to sit with here until it was her turn. So of course I did, and maybe 20 minutes later (it was a “whole life, hitting the low spots” type of deal) she came out and said, “THAT is the best weight loss program ever!”
But it's not any magic, really. It's just perzackly what you said. It's the weight of sin, doubled or trebled by the weight of vanity. Just take that bracing first step into the ice-cold pool — and it turns out to be a nice warm bath!
Is God great or WHAT?
Yeah you right. For true! (a little Cajun talk)