“If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.” – 1 John 1:9 (NIV)
We don’t like to be wrong. Well, I don’t. But who does?
But we need to admit it when we are. I think that is even harder than just being wrong. It is knowing that you are wrong that rakes your spirit with fired claws.
And we hate that feeling. Understandably so. It is an awful feeling to know you have done wrong. So we make excuses. “Well what I meant to do was…” but it was still wrong. “Well they did this to me so…” but it was still wrong. “Well…” well, nothing. No excuses.
Our reasons for doing wrong don’t matter. They may make it more understandable as to why we acted that way but they do not excuse the action. And we may be assured we will be wrong at least once in our lives (and really, just once is quite impossible, isn’t it?).
The beauty of it all is that we don’t always have to be right. No, we should not give up on trying to be right and good all the time. But when we fall, all we have to do is tell God. And He picks us gently up, brushes off our knees, and puts bandages on them.
There is nothing to fear of being wrong except refusing to admit it. God is the God of mercy. He loves us when we do good, and He loves us when we fail.