postsecret

while i was looking around for some interesting blogs to read i happened to find this http://postsecret.blogspot.com/ the name is postsecret and it might be one of the saddest things i have ever seen. it is simply a blog compiled of people's biggest secrets sent in on mostly handmade postcards reflecting the secret. the brokenness is sobering. even now, i am at a loss for the way i feel. it is like an anonymous confessional but one of where the confessor isn't always repentant. the truth is, i have my share of secrets, the truth is we all have our share of secrets but when did secret sharing become another website? the postcards were about death, priorities, identity, sex, love, everything... and for the most part they were totally void of hope. is it therapeutic for the secretkeepers to send in postcards with their admissions? does it lift the guilt, the shame, the power of the secret? i don't know.

i guess it reminds me of in blue like jazz when tony the beat poet and don miller are talking about the sin nature. am i not capable of all those things, those secrets that hold power over lives? it makes me want to live vulnerably in front of people who love me and know me. if i had some life altering secret, i wouldn't want to have my secret made known through a postcard on some blog. i want to believe that there are people in my life that would speak grace to me, remind me of who i am, remind me that i am more than brokenness and secrets.

that blog is somewhat haunting. it stays with me even now, the feelings of hopelessness and hiding. what does it say about a world where the safest place to admit isn't really a place at all? there is no accountability, no speaking of truth, no reminders of better days and hope to come.