God has cast our confessed sins into the depths of the sea, and He’s even put a ‘No Fishing’ sign over the spot.  

-D.L. Moody


I don’t know about you but when I was a little tyke my mom would catch us kids getting into the cookie jar every once in a while.  And when that would happen—we were in for a shake-down quicker than you can say pancake.  Our mom was gonna get to the bottom of who was sneaking some of her toll-house chocolate chip wonders without asking.  The cookies weren’t always off limits but taking the last seven of them might land you in jail.  She’d line up my brother, my sister, and I (seemed she knew when I did it without even asking most the time and I still don’t know how)—and ask Alright, who did it?—all the while I still had a cookie or two in my secret stash—my front pocket.  Come to think of it, maybe it was the soiled corners of my lips that gave me away? 

Being inconspicuous has never been a strength of mine.  I was the oldest, and I was supposed to be the example or so I was told—maybe it was just too much pressure.  You can’t blame me for having some kind of excuse—can you?  Besides, the cookies were just too yummy to say No to when they were calling out my name as I’d stroll through the kitchen on my way out to play a little ball.

You know what I learned from those days of breaking into and entering the cookie jar?  It’s always best to ‘fess up instead of cover up—my mom would grant me pardon when I would.

When I didn’t—well, that’s another story.

 8 If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us. 9 If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. 10 If we say we have not sinned, we make him a liar, and his word is not in us.   (1 John 1:8-10, ESV)

I did it.

The question is—can we admit to God that we’ve had our hand in the cookie jar even when he knows the truth anyways?