It feels like I have been a Christ follower from my mother’s womb
I look down memory lane
Night and day, months and years…
It shows my mistakes, my errors, and my flaws
I am found wanting
Truths that should never see the light of day
Skeletons in closets, ghosts under my bed, hidden from prying eyes
Hidden because they said growing up in Christ, I am supposed to be perfect
I have no excuses since I was privileged to know the son
I was to walk the walk and talk the talk
It is the Christian pledge, after all.
Sometimes I talk but fail to walk
So I hide it quickly; bury it deep within
No one must see my flaws.
But Christianity is not like living in a straitjacket
It's freedom from shackles holding you down
Boldness to let the light shine in the darkest shadows
Confidence to bare all and stand tall;
So, go ahead and throw those stones
But only if you are without sin
Better yet, I dare you to embrace me, flaws and all
In the same way, I promise to open my arms
To all those who are broken, thirsty, and finding their way home
Greek or Jew, new or old, walking together, following in the footsteps of Christ.
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