My name is Jon Acuff and I'm a former member of the Confessorati.
You might not know us by name and that's intentional. Much like the Illuminati featured in the new Tom Hanks movie, "Angels & Demons," we've tried to keep our name a secret. (Topical reference! Check out the relevance on Brad! Whoa, a Pulp Fiction reference within a reference? I'm on fire.)
But despite the lack of notoriety we may have, I promise you have felt our wrath at some point if you've been in the church for very long.
We, the Confessorati, are the group of people that judge whether you've properly confessed your sins and shortcomings. We, upon hearing what you share in a small group or in Sunday School, will analyze whether you've been penitent enough. And if you haven't, we will “love on” you by pointing it out.
Our current favorite topic is lust. If you confess to struggling with lust within our hearing we will judge you for not confessing what's really at the heart of the matter, "pornography." If you give in and admit you're talking about a problem with "pornography" we will then judge you for not saying "masturbation." As it says in the Old Testament, “unless thou sayeth the M word, thou haven't really confessed.”
Speaking of the Bible, our favorite verse is James 5:16. Not familiar with that one? You should also go ahead and confess to having whickity whack Bible knowledge. It says:
“Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective.”
The Confessorati interpret "to each other" to mean "anyone a Christian makes eye contact with." So if you’re on an elevator and someone asks, "How are you?" The proper way to answer that question, the Biblical way, is to reply, "I fear my uncle might be cheating on my aunt, I use food as a comfort mechanism when I get nervous at work, and three minutes ago, while I was walking in from my car, I sinned four times in my heart and once in my ears."
We don't believe in boundaries. We don't believe in growing relationships over time. If you come in our circle, except to get a firehouse of confession sprayed on you like Sylvester Stallone did in that prison scene in the original Rambo movie. Which, I confess to seeing. Not even the TBS version, I'm talking full on, unedited Rambo.
How did I get involved in the Confessorati? My life blew up. I had a colossal failure, a pit so deep that only Christ could draw me out of it. I was broken in half and walked through a painful confession process with a lot of people in my life. Eventually I started to define that experience as the only way a Christian could be a "real Christian." I started to say things about people like, "Well they just haven't been broken for the Lord. Someday, when they confess the exact same way I did, they'll understand." And then I got a secret Confessorati badge.
I'm out now though. I retired. Judging other people was really exhausting and tended to blind me to my own issues. Plus the group meetings were really horrible and long. You get five members of the Confessorati in the same room and they try to "out confess each other" both in level of depravity and detail. Each meeting lasted roughly 19 hours.
How do you stop them? How do we fight the Confessorati? Two ways-prayer and spray bottles full of grape Kool-Aid. When you see someone in a small group trying to enforce their personal definition of what a "real confession" looks like, give them a little grape Kool-Aid in the face.
Confessorati hate to be sticky.
Very good, very funny, very insightful stuff.
ReplyDeleteOne of the things that occurs to me about the confesserati is that there's really two kinds of sin going on underneath a veneer of holiness.
First off, judging the confession is a great way to look all spiritual when you're actually being judgemental. We can pretend we're not judging the person when we actually are.
Secondly, getting into the nitty-gritty details of somebody's sin can be pretty morbid stuff. There are many motivations for wanting to hear a thorough and detailed confession. Not all of them are pure.
I think a way to avoid it is to just listen to people. Christians and non. I think we spend a lot of time trying to correct each other when we share things.
ReplyDeleteWe had a couple over from church the other day and I was talking about how I was baptized before I was saved. And I said how it's been 12 years later and I don't feel like getting baptized again because honestly it's embarrassing and it's a pride issue for me. "People will think I'm a baby Christian," goes through my mind.
And the guy said, "well it's not a pride issue, it's...XYZ"
I think there was a judgmental spirit there while correcting me, to tell me how I was feeling, it was pretty frustrating.
So to combat the confessorati, we need to simply listen and while others are talking and confessing, stop only thinking of what we want to say and stop "correcting" them to show that we know more than they do.
The same guys wife one time I was talking to her and said, "my wife is now baptist." And she said, "Well hopefully, it's Christian, not baptist." (anybody else ever encounter that correction) I mean I it was in the context of joking about how baptists have food at every function, etc, etc.
Good blog.
I hear Kool-aid is having trouble keeping up to the demand for Grape Kool-aid these days. :) Hmmm? Wonder why?
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ReplyDeleteExcellent post.
Based on obvious need, I was invited to initiation into The Confessorati. I slipped out during a prayer for one of Third Degree members. As I took a short cut through the Narthex, I ran across the society where I have established my credentials: The Ignorati.
ReplyDeleteHaha haha haha haha
ReplyDeleteVery funny.
"Confesserati hate to be sticky". Hilarious. I'm pretty sure that'll work on those scary VBS recruiters and the pushy women in the Women's Ministry. I'm totally taking a spray bottle of grape kool-aid to every church function from now on. Okay, maybe not. But I'll be envisioning spraying people as they are talking to me...
ReplyDeleteWhen a Confessorati is hating on you maybe you need to respectfully remove yourself from that relationship for awhile. Make sure to forgive, get rid of bitterness, and move on.
ReplyDeleteA few years ago I had a "mentor". I was exhausted all the time, depressed, lots of physical pain, crying, and had two very young children. She kept saying, "Tell me about how you came to know Christ." I would tell her and she would say, "Are you sure you're saved?" It was torture. Finally I let go of that relationship. A couple of months later we found out I had a chronic pain disease, a gluten allergy and sleep apnea. Meds and CPAP machine were what I really needed. The condemnation that I let go on for months did lots of damage. Even if someone comes "in Jesus' name" rely on Scripture and the Holy Spirit, not other people who might be very wrong.
Genuine support and accountability within a group where there is not only transparency but vulnerability can literally save your life. What we have to remember is that we are not there to fix one another. Only God can transform the human heart.
ReplyDeleteWhickity whack Bible knowledge? HA! You are the hippest white man I 'know'!
ReplyDeleteI say take it one step further and have the Kool-Aid man himself come bursting through the wall screaming "Ohhhhh yeaaaaah!" while spraying Confessorati with the biggest super soaker he can find...which strangely enough is a little like the Sunday School version of Rambo...
ReplyDelete"Fist Bump"?
ReplyDeleteIs that a mix between a fist pump and chest bump?
Oh, unless you mean "fist pound".
Amateurs.
5 years ago my mother-in-law had terminal cancer. She was a missionary, and she was like a mother to me. Someone came to my house and told me that the cancer was because of sin in her life. That is she confessed this "mystery sin" she would be healed of her cancer. I sinned a lot that day by thinking evil thoughts during the rest of the visit, but get extra holiness points for not kicking her out of my house.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure I have said or done stupid things like that friend die. thanks for the post, and the reminder to take the plank out of our own eye!
typo corrections - "if she confessed" not "is she confessed" and "that friend did" not "that friend die"
ReplyDeletebusy working Mom trying to multi-task too much! (but you have to admit the second typo is kind of funny)
I think it can be a very bad thing to confess your sins without regard my to whom you are confessing them. I spent a whole lot of years away from God, and while I have confessed my sins to close, trustworthy friends, to randomly tell others what I have done could cause them to stumble. I'm not going to tell a bunch of girls in youth group how not to behave based upon my life, because they see me now, not what a complete mess I was back then.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jon. Really great post (as always).
Also - Beth, that was awesome.
In an extreme case, if the grape Kool-Aid spray doesn't do the job, how about following up with a handful of bread crumbs?
ReplyDeleteNew SCL term the "Pray and Spray". I think that needs to be in the dictionary! Love the post!
ReplyDeletep.s. My verification word was "bewaxes" - reminds me of "None of your beeswax, you Confessorati people, you!"
one time i was confessing my "struggle" w/pride and my roommate called me out and said that i was taking pride in confessing my pride--and i totally was
ReplyDelete"i sinned four times in my heart and once in my ears." and "Confessorati hate to be sticky."
ReplyDeletei laughed out loud. :) thanks1
Several years ago I had a conversation with a guy that tried to convince me that my depression was caused by unconfessed sin in my life. My response to him went something like this:
ReplyDeleteBut Jesus brought that dead girl back to life and I'm sure she'd probably never asked Jesus into her heart. And what about the guy with all the demons? He had no idea who Jesus even was and Jesus healed him.
Why waste good Kool-Aid?
ReplyDeleteSpray them with Tab.
That was great! I don't believe I'm a member, but I definitely hate to be sticky.
ReplyDeleteWhen you were writing as the Confessatori, I imagined someone speaking with an intentionally raspy voice, to disguise who they are to eliminate any chance of anyone figuring out who the person is and consequently trace them back to the Confessatori. Their secrets are safe from the world.
ReplyDeleteGreat post, btw.
love it. the confessorati is gross, whenever i have confessorati-esque moments, i pray someone is nearby with a squirt bottle of grape kool-aid to remind me ....
ReplyDelete*LOL* This is great!! I recently came across your blog... GREAT STUFF!
ReplyDeleteone of my favorite SCL entries EVER. somewhere between hilarious and goosebumpy from Jesus is that my husband and I were seriously just talking about a confessorati that has recently shown up in our lives. Making Grape Kool Aid tonight.
ReplyDeletewe can't just beat the confessorati with the logs from their own eyes?
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