The Perfect Place to Reveal Your Dysfunctional Self

We have no choice but to be dysfunctional. We’re all broken in different ways, as disordedness is part of what it means to be born in Adam. Even on our best days, imperfections appear like a stain under white paint. Our collective fallenness is why the local church is so fabulous—a collection of broken people in a community of Christ-like disciple-makers seeking to draw closer to God and each other. The church is the place where you can be “just as I am.” Though I’m not making a case for sinning your brains out or unleashing unbridled behavior, I’m a realist: we sin, and when we do, we’re in a safe place to find the help we need. It’s the perfect place to reveal our dysfunctional selves.