What’s more refreshing than a high-dive plunge into Greenwood Lake on a hot July day? The soul-freeing rush of open confession in the company of trusted companions, perhaps? Facing up to and making confession of personal need or inability or failing seems to come easier for some than others. But for most of us, phrases like, “I need a rescuer here” or “somebody has to help me fix this!” are the last kinds of statements to easily roll off our tongue.