Blogspot Confessional

I think that a confessional would be something useful for families with children. The purpose wouldn't necessarily be to confess anything (though, you could do that too, if you wanted), but rather as a sort of intensive conflict resolution therapy where each child (or parent, I suppose) is placed in his/her respective side of the confessional until proper negotiations have been safely secured. Why use a confessional you ask? Well, there's that nice wall between the persons that hinder such activities as biting, punching, hair pulling, eye poking, atomic wedgies, and body slams from the top rope.

My guess is that the confessional "chamber" itself costs somewhere in the ballpark of a lot of money. How is the average family with multiple children supposed to afford such a luxury? Now, I haven't fully researched this yet, however, using basic common sense, and lots of commas, my educated guess would be that in this day and age of out-with-the-old-and-in-with-the-new there are constantly old confessional chambers being thrown out for some of these new fangled confessional chamber 2000s. Have you ever gone to grocery stores and asked for cardboard boxes? In similar fashion, why not simply go and ask for these left over confessionals? It is worth a try. The other option is, of course, eBay.

My conjecture is that, for people who really and truly go to "confessional," the experience is different for each one. I'm almost completely and totally most of the way positive that there are people, who, in going to confessional hem and haw until they finally get to what they want to say. That may appear to be what is happening with this particular blog entry, but I assure you it's not. I do have something to ... er ... "confess," I guess you could say.

In my previous blog I wrote about forgiveness. I've been thinking a great deal about the subject lately. Though my thoughts more often than not whistle to the tune of the above ramblings, one thing that has come to my attention is my unforgiveness towards STARE-ERS (people who stare...particularly at me.) And not just stare-ers, but people who want to talk to me just because I am white and speak English. The long and short of it is that feelings of resentment have slowly crept into my heart toward these kind of people. Thoughts of ungrace like, "Why are you looking at me?!" and "You don't really want to be my friend, you just want to practice English!" have rumbled up within me more times than I'd like to admit. Not the prettiest attitude, especially for someone who wants to share and show people Jesus. It might sound funny, but, now my goal is to daily forgive these people. In Japanese, another translation of forgive is "allow." I want to allow them into my life. Or, if that doesn't work, do you know anyone with a confessional chamber they're not using?