We romanticize church, communion, and all things ‘Christian’ as hinging on a holiness born of perfection,
But it is the unrefined love of the Broken Christ, poured in messy spills, like wine from a broken bottle,
Flowing into and through broken vessels, and splashing reckless love into the world around
That ultimately spreads His grace to the world around.
Christianity is a messy encounter between sinful humanity and Divine Love.
There is this thought that troubles me, and one that has tumbled around in my mind, for years in a way that can’t be ignored… Like the annoying sound of mindless, repetitious tapping that carries on until someone bursts out an exasperated ‘stop it!’ … or the faucet dripping water until you are forced to abandon what you’re doing and get up to tighten it…
My first awareness that some people are ‘different’ came when I was about four or five years old. A girl…
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