Messy

We are messy, we are broken, we smoke and use colorful language, we dance, and we yell and we laugh during worship, we admit our struggles and do not pretend, we are christians. We follow a Jesus who helped the prostitutes and tax collectors and the outcast, we serve the God of Noah, who got drunk and naked after the flood , the God who called Isreal His chosen even when they turned away from him. I am hoplessly flawed and I am hopelessly Forgiven, unconditionally Loved. We deal with alcohol, and substance abuse, we face homosexuality and sexual immorality, we judge, and we doubt. And we are loved all the same, and we do not pretend to be any more or any less than we are.