Pastor’s Corner April 3

Confession Time

I have to confess—I need to practice what I preach.

This Lenten season at Pittman Park, we’ve been intentionally making space for God through the spiritual disciplines of meditation, simplicity, fasting, and submission. Each week, we’ve taken a long look at the cluttered corners of our lives and tried to open up space for something deeper, something holy. And now, as we enter the home stretch of Lent, we come to the spiritual discipline of confession.

So, here’s mine:

I’m tired.

Like, bone-deep, rummage-sale-moved-a-million-items-and-only-got-one-cup-of-coffee tired. I know I’m not alone—so many of you are giving generously of your time, energy, and strength to pull off an amazing event that is not only raising funds but is also building community and bringing joy. What we are accomplishing together is nothing short of miraculous… but whew, y’all …it’s also a workout!

I also confess–I can be a little prideful. Okay, a lot prideful. But not just about myself—about you, this church, and the incredible ministries God is building here. From the Rummage Sale to Food Ministries, from Open Table Dinners to Bible Studies, from Children’s Choirs to quiet prayers whispered at the altar rail—this place is alive with the Spirit! I have a holy kind of pride that bubbles up as I see lives being transformed, families being supported, and our community being loved!

But confession is more than naming our shortcomings or our secret victories—it’s about inviting God into the mess and making space for grace.

And that’s what I need most this week. Space for grace. Space to breathe. Space to remember that I don’t have to carry it all, fix it all, or be it all. Jesus already did the heavy lifting at the cross. My job—our job—is just to keep returning to Him. Over and over again.

So, church family, as we draw closer to Holy Week, I invite you to lean into confession—not as a burden, but as a beautiful release. Let it be the way you make room in your heart for healing, for hope, and for God to move in new ways.

Let’s keep making space together. The resurrection is coming.

With love (and sore feet),

Stephanie