Last night, I was barely into Evening Prayer when the call to Confession hit me:
"Let us confess our sins against God and our neighbor."
I'm more of a "Rite I" guy, I suppose. More at home with "Let us confess our sins unto Almighty God." That's theologically correct, of course, all sin is ultimately a rebellion against God's plan and design.
But last night I found myself really caught by the words "and our neighbor." It was striking to say, "I did X to this person, and didn't do Y for this one." It was more acute, more real and more painful to my heart.
Jesus, asked for "the Great Commandment," put love of God and love of neighbor together. In our Gospel last Sunday, he connected our worship with reconciliation to our neighbor,
So when you are offering your gift at the altar, if you remember that your brother or sister has something against you, leave your gift there before the altar and go; first be reconciled to your brother or sister, and then come and offer your gift.
It's honest to confess, "I was feeling sorry for myself and did not see your blessings today, O Lord." Yet that's incomplete without, "And while feeling sorry for myself I ignored Z's need for my attention and compassion." The Spirit searches our heart for both.