I have a sin no one knows about.
Today I staged a coup against myself and hatched a plan to share my secret.
I picked a time.
I picked a place.
I enlisted the help of an ally.
The hardest part of this battle is loving this transgression. It ruins me and I like it. I’ve never tasted a sweeter poison. It kills me slowly and I hardly feel it’s effect.
I cling to it and I do not want to give it up.
In foreknowledge of my weakness, I have given my ally advance permission to pry out the name of my idol. Once identified we will dethrone her together.
Our strategy is of old. Victory is guaranteed.
An ancient prescription will ensure our success.
‘Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed and restored. The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective’ (James 5:16).