Years ago in my hometown, there were only three churches: the Presbyterian, the Methodist, and the Baptist. The three ministers met every month, but there was little to discuss in such a tiny town, so they decided to liven things up by gathering to confess, to each other, their besetting sins. The Presbyterian minister said that his was lust. He was having a torrid affair with the church organist. The Methodist pastor said his was greed. He had long been stealing from the collection plate. The