A New Kid on the Block.

I have heard it said: "Christians use Jesus as a crutch..."
You've got it partly right.
Actually, though, He's more like my wheelchair. My oxygen tank.
The very breath I breathe...

"He's a hospital for the broken...."



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And this kid?
I don't know where he's come from...but he is going to rock this generation...
Open. Real. And Raw. That's what this generation needs.

He has written these poems himself - They are his testimony...
Listen to what he has to say on sexual healing.


And for more on this topic, and other heavy issues written with beautiful vulnerability, read what my sweet sister Shandy has to say over here...

We do ourselves and everyone else a great disservice when we don't let others in.
When we hold our secrets tight.
When we wear the masks.
When we live lives of false humility, pretense, and pretended perfection.

All it takes is one person to take down their walls...

And do you know what I especially love about this particular woman's blogging?
She is a pastor's wife.

And she is breaking and smashing every preconceived mold about how a pastor's wife is expected to be.
Where in the world does the Bible state this sort of blasphemy?
Yet, this is the standard that we have so long held to.
That we have expected those in positions of leadership to attain to.
And honestly, what good has that done anyone?

Just think of the beauty and the good that she is bringing to those who read her words. She is giving freedom and liberty and permission to others to be real. And raw. And show living proof that God is a God of grace, and redemption, and a God who brings beauty out of the ashes.

... and that it's all about Him in the first place. Only about Him.

It's a beautiful thing.
So, here's to being real...