Almighty Father,
What use would it be to hide our sins from you? You see through us as through glass. Nothing is hidden from you. Even the night is as day to you.
So we admit before you that our sins are many and diverse. Our souls are full of deadness and pump out the sewage of evil in an ever flowing stream. But what wicked people we are! What should make us grieve is all too frequently comical to us. We make light of it as if our sin were no matter at all. We laugh and joke at it to mask its wickedness and pardon it in our own eyes.
Father, forgive us for making our sins out to be petty matters. Forgive us poking fun at it and pretending that foolishness is fun. Moreover, Father, we pray that you would instill in us the right feelings toward our sin. We humbly ask that you would give us a holy hatred for our sin. Let us grieve and bewail it. Allow us to see every transgression as vile as you do, and let us be deeply wounded when we offend the honor of your name.
And even now, as we sense how dreadful a thing it is to make our sins objects of amusement, let us rest in the pure blood of our dear Savior. His death shows us how horrid sin really is, and to him we fly—knowing that there we might find full deliverance.
In His Name we pray, Amen.
