When I tell you I'm a Christian I'm not telling you I'm perfect I'm not implying that I'm better than you. I'm saying, pure and simple, that I'm broken. Angry. Failure. Confused. Frail. Lost. Controlling. Guarded. Chained. Anxious. Sad. Stumbling. Insecure. Dirty. Fearful. Unsure. Desolate. Ashamed. Unworthy. Defeated. Undeserving. A sinner.
When I tell you I'm a Christian I'm sharing with you all that I am, All that I was, And all that I still could be.
When I tell you I'm a Christian I'm saying 'me too' But something more as well.
When I tell you I'm a Christian I'm not telling you I'm perfect I'm not implying that I'm better than you. I'm saying, pure and simple, that I'm broken.
Broken, but healing. Angry, but learning to forgive. Failure, but His grace is sufficient. Confused, but He makes my paths straight. Frail, but being made strong in His love. Lost, but found in Him. Controlling, but learning to let go. Guarded, but beginning to share. Chained, but set free by His sacrifice. Anxious, but laying my burdens on Him. Sad, but His mercies are new every morning. Stumbling, but leaning on the solid rock. Insecure, but fearfully and wonderfully made. Dirty, but washed clean with His blood. Fearful, but His perfect love is casting it away. Unsure, but His faithfulness is great. Desolate, but He is comforter. Ashamed, but no condemnation in Him. Unworthy, but a new creation. Defeated, but victorious with Him. Undeserving, but showered with grace. A sinner, in need of a saviour.
When I tell you I'm a Christian, I'm saying that I've been shown A better way. A way to be which makes life worth living And people worth loving. A way which makes you feel more alive Than anything else. That makes you whole in a way You didn't think possible. That heals scars you thought you'd carry forever. That shows you that you are worth more Than you could even begin to imagine. That brings a peace that this world Can neither give Nor take away.
When I tell you I'm a Christian, you see, I'm sharing with you my journey, And asking you to join me, On this road of redemption. A road paved with hope. A road of repentance, Of trials And tribulations, But a road Which satisfies, And heals. Which comforts, And restores. A road Marked out From the beginning of time For you. Leading To the creator And sustainer Of all. Who runs Arms wide open Face beaming Heart bursting As He sees you Begin the journey Back to where you belong.
So Will you join me On this road? Broken people Met by a healing saviour. Redeemed, cleansed, restored, forgiven. Loved.
Hi, I’m Nell. Alianore, if we’re being overly formal (that’s pronounced ‘Eleanor’, by the way). I’m a blogger, author, speaker, and occasional over-thinker. An introvert who likes to talk. A theologian, on a good day. A Christian, a storyteller, and a friend.