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 façade 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.
As a result, secrets run rampant. We talk about sins in a whisper, behind the sacristy door. We have a desperate longing for honesty and freedom — but it’s hushed before it can escape our lips.
Wrecked is a place for masks to be taken off. Here, we tell real life stories of brokenness.
Stories of those who feel like they just aren’t in control of life anymore.
Pain. Oppression. Overwhelming confusion. Heavy sins. Abuse. Redemption. Death. Loneliness. Depression. Joy. Orphaned hearts. Anger towards the Lord. Questions. Nothing is held back.
Real life things, and real life people.
This isn’t just a blog.
Wrecked is a place of comfort for anyone off the street. Rawness and honesty abound. We believe it’s okay to be broken. Here, we face the dysfunction of life head-on.
We know that the Lord is passionately pursuing us even in the middle of our mess.
Take a breath.
You’re safe here.