Smile...

I point the finger at myself. I am everything wrong with Christianity. I'm a cynic, a critic, a lazy man, a boy more than a man, i'm weak, my focus can be wrong, I'm prideful, I lust, I curse like a sailor, I'm vain, I'm selfish, and I can relay more to you, but I won't.

I choose to continue to love myself as Christ loved me. I stand on that authority and no more on the false foundation of pride. My pride has let me down one time to many. It seems to crumble at the most wrong of times. I want my foundation to be inexorable, so I construct it out of grace.

MANY the wonders I this day have seen:
The sun, when first he kist away the tears
That fill’d the eyes of morn; - the laurel’d peers
Who from the feathery gold of evening lean;-
The ocean with its vastness, its blue green,
Its ships, its rocks, its caves, its hopes, its fears,-
Its voice mysterious, which whoso hears
Must think on what will be, and what has been.
-John Keats

I say I choose to not judge the Church. If I can't fix my own flaws all at once, how can the church. I choose to make a difference in the church. Whether it is local, global, or an individual, I choose to make myself better. I choose to step up to the plate and smile.

Be Relentless,
Remoy