There is an unspoken lie that success lies in perfection. That rock bottom is unacceptable. That having questions about the Lord portrays weakness.
Even within the Church the facade remains that everyone has it together. As soon as we pull into the parking lot, coffee in hand, we pull masks down over hurting eyes.
For some reason, we’ve bought into this idea that if you walk with Christ your life will be perfect. That if you struggle or have questions after receiving Christ, you’re a horrible Christian.
In response, secrets run rampant. We talk about sins in a whisper, behind the sacristy door.There is a desperate longing for honesty and freedom that it is hushed before it can escape our lips.
Wrecked is a place for masks to be taken off. Real life stories of brokenness are told.
Stories of those who feel like they just aren’t in control of life anymore.
Nothing is held back. Pain. Oppression. Overwhelming confusion. Heavy sins. Abuse. Redemption. Death. Loneliness. Depression. Joy. Orphaned hearts. Anger towards the Lord. Questions.
Real life things.
Real life people.
This isn’t just a blog.
A place of comfort for anyone off the street.
Where rawness and honesty abound.
Where we believe it’s okay to be broken.
We know that the Lord is passionately pursuing us even in the middle of our mess.
Take a breath.
You’re safe here.