Well, I guess this is the last installment on this subject, at least for a while.  My heart is pricked and I realize that the biggest thing that keeps me from sharing my brokenness is my pride.  My, what a shame, to miss out on so much love, victory, and power because I want others to think well of me.  Am I actually that deceived to think that they don’t know I make mistakes?

I guess the church could use some rawness.  Ideally a place where we invite Jesus to be among us to deal with real people and their real problems in real time.  A sort of celestial reality show without censorship.  What is that church like?

I love that about Togo and worship among the Watchi people.  It is raw, untamed, unrefined, and rather pure.  The praise time is rather chaotic, there is always the stray goat that wanders through and you can sing whatever song you like.  It is flexible and could go on for two or three hours, just the singing that is.  As for being open to confession, they studied the word with me and said, let’s start doing that.  That is a good idea.  We should share our burdens, and it began.

It seems so simple.  It is so simple.

I love the promise of I John 1:7, it is a healthy church:  “But, if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus, his Son, purifies us from all sin.”

Truth, exposure, revelation, love, fellowship, healing, encouragement, and grace being born from a willingness to be vulnerable to my family of faith as I share my weaknesses and struggles and you share yours.  I hope you are part of that kind of family.  If you aren’t then maybe God will use you to get the ball rolling.