It was much easier to admit my sin than to stop it. But when September rolled around, I sometimes cheated again. As a teen I'd confess to some wandering profligate thoughts about one of the pretty girls in my grade, but actually stopping such imaginations was much more difficult than confessing it. That's the trouble with Camp meeting confessions. They make you feel better at camp, but don't always make a difference back home.
Camp meetings are back in style again, of course.
But the atmosphere is the same. Take one issue for instance. It was far easier to confess the sin of racism at last week's camp meetings than to actually do anything about it this week. The emotion is gone now. So is the support of that gigantic crowd.