I have to confess—after nearly 30 years of pastoring, I can still be misled by the smell of red herring. I am easily convinced to value and prioritize lesser truths and follow them to disappointing conclusions.

I have to confess-- If it were not for the Holy Spirit’s redirection, I would blindly lead the blind into a ditch. I would make mountains out of molehills. I am the guy who would throw the baby out with the bathwater.

I have to confess-- It is not enough to pay sharp attention to the study of God’s Word. I need the Holy Spirit to guide me to the right destination.

I have to confess—it’s not enough to be a do-gooder in the church and community. You can do that in darkness and not live in light.

I have to confess-- It is easy to believe my press reports and congratulate myself on a job well done, but not so easy to remain intimate with God.

In confessing these things, my soul is healed.

It is a joyful thing to be Abba’s child. In the Father’s Presence, I return to a childlike state where the riddles get answered. God help me to stay willing to be led.