In light of Peter Leithart & Ben Myers posting of their theological confessions, here are a few of my own:
I confess: I think John Calvin's Institutes & J.I. Packer's Knowing God are highly overrated.
I confess: I hope Ron Paul becomes our president. I know this probably won't happen. I like Barak Obama & Mike Huckabee but they both scare me a bit. Paul seems to be the only candidate that truly gets what America is about.
I confess: I hide the covers of my theology books when I read them on the train to work and hope no one asks me what I'm reading. When asked I struggle to come up with an explanation.
I confess: I can't get past the Caananite genocide. I can't reconcile that god of Israel with the god of Jesus Christ.
I confess: I never (hardly ever anyway) pray
I confess: I fear for the salvation of my (future) children
I confess: I was glad when Jerry Falwell died. I can't wait for Pat Robertson to do the same.
I confess: I wish I was an expert biblical archaeologist searching for the presumably thousands of lost letters of Paul, although I'm terrified at the thought of finding a new gospel.
I confess: I had a psychosomatic reaction (my heart jumped & blood rushed into my head) when I saw the headline that the supposed tomb of Jesus had been found. I know this sounds stupid now, but I didn't know this hoax had been first discovered several years ago and the headline was clearly going for a reaction. But that would've certainly destroyed my Christianity and probably my life.
I confess: The concept espoused in the popular-level book Bold Love by counselor Dan Allender and OT scholar Tremper Longman is perhaps the single most important idea in my entire life, be it theologically, politically, or in my relationships. For those of you who have never heard of it, think of Miroslav Volf's Exclusion & Embrace or Martin Buber's I and Thou.
I confess: I take comfort when I hear the guy from The Killers sing "When you can't hold on, when you can't hold on...............................Hold on."
I confess: The Amish way of life appeals to me.
I confess: I faked speaking in tongues around the age of 8 and faked being "slain in the spirit" around the age of 12. Neither was an attempt at deceit. Both were an attempt by me to take a first step of faith hoping that God would step in and take over. He didn't.