"This, to me, is the point of the confession and absolution in the liturgy. When I first experienced it--the part where everyone in church stands up and says what bad people they are, and the pastor, from the distance of the chancel and the purity of her white robe says, "God forgives you"--I thought it was hogwash. Why should I care if someone says to me that some God I may or may not really believe in has erased the check marks against me for things I may or may not even think are so-called sins? This obviously is the problem with religion for so many: It makes you feel bad enough that you will need the religion to help you feel good again. But eventually the confession and absolution liturgy came to mean everything to me. It gradually began to feel like a moment when truth was spoken, perhaps for the only time all week, and it would crush me and then put me back together. One Sunday in 2006, after the last night I spent at Candace's house, I stood in the blue-carpeted sanctuary at my husband's church and for the first time I really paid attention to the confession. We have sinned by what we have done and by what we have left"