Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed. – James 5:16
If it be hard ter pray when ya be in trouble, then it be near ‘bout impossible ter tell a feller all tha bad stuff ya done and think.
Oh ter be sure, some persuasions offer what they call “confessionals” whar a feller sits in a box so as ya kin not see him and listens ter yer unload all yer sins. Might make folks feel better, but tha confession tha brother of tha Son be speaking of demands that we answer ter a mate that hears us spout about our offensives.
If we be coming back week after week telling a mate ‘bout how we committed tha same vile act again and again, such a brother might be inclined ter step up, put his hand on our shoulder, and pray fer tha Holy Ghost of Truth ter strengthen us. That be what we need: prayer and strength through tha Son’s Spirit — a mate who ‘ill make sure we stick ter tha Code through and through.
“Bear ye one another’s burdens, and so fulfil the law of Christ.” says, tha Apostle Paul. (Galatians 6:2)
And what be a greater weight than ter know ya done wrong and kin not stop doing wrong.
If ya only spout stuff ter a feller ya don’ know and not likely ter see on tha street or in a grog shop, then ya hain’t unloaded yer load ah tall. It still be a secret only ya and Skipper know about.
But if ya give it ter a mate who cares fer ya, loves ya, wants ter see ya do right by Skipper and folks, well then ya got a brother who ‘ill shoulder on with ya during yer temptations and times of testing. It be a right hard thing ter tell a brother all tha filth that be in yer head, but that be tha charge.
Confess ter an elder if ya kin find one, but if not, confess ter a brother in tha faith—one ya kin trust, one who ‘ill not share yer sins with no one, not even his bed mate.
Be prayed over.
This be our solemn duty ter those in tha crew, ter tha Son, ter Skipper.