I have a confession to make: I am deeply flawed. Perhaps deeply does not even begin to describe it. I am moody, even unhospitable at times. I am angry, very selfish and non-conforming to a fault. I have huge issues with rules and authority. I dislike cliques or any type of exclusivity(and yet at times am involved in them). I am a harsh critic. I hate housework and yet love a clean house. I love to organize things. I often dislike people in such a general way, that I have to escape into a book(usually about people-heehee). I also like to escape in a crowd of people to be 'alone'.
That scratches the surface a bit. The good news is that I am also perfect. So perfect that God smiles when he thinks of me. He loved me so much that he sacrificed his son for me. I am so perfect that I can never mess up that perfection. I am so blessed to be clothed in the blood of Christ. Because, when I took on Christ-or rather, he took on me-I became a member of an exclusive group. A group that ANYONE can join. A group that is at its best when I am at my worst.
Sometimes I think Christians get a bit caught up in 'being good'. In fact, they get so caught up in being good, they forget they will NEVER be good enough. Only the grace of God through the blood of Christ gets me into the presence of God. I'm really tired of being surrounded by a Christian world that thinks that now that they have 'arrived', they can help everyone else arrive as well. In this life, we will never arrive. If we really want to share the good news, we should start by sharing all the lovely ways we are not good enough.
I am so blessed to be a part of a church that nicknames itself: the home of the weird and the broken. A broken vase has living water flowing out of it at all times.