Sixteen years ago I spent my nights working on a puzzle into the wee hours of the morning. While I should have been resting for school the next day (I was only seventeen), my mind was too busy for sleep.
The reality is that the body of Christ is already a multicultural Church. We just spend so much time in our cozy subgroups that we’ve convinced ourselves that we aren’t diverse.
We don’t suffer from it but we often suffer because of it.
We are the ones who see the darkest parts of what depression does to a person. We have sat for hours in beds, on the floor & in bathtubs with it.
I’ve been here many times. It never gets easier. The person I look to for guidance seems to have less and less of it to offer until one day I realize they can no longer lead me.
She was so much more fun when you met, probably the life of the party. Then this guy Jesus wrecked it all.
If you’ve ever walked into a church you’ve probably been hurt by it.
Every Christian has something in common. We chose to make the most counter-cultural move anyone could conceive of… surrender. This isn’t just any surrender, it is a sacrifice so extreme