I didn't come so that you could learn how to be a good Christian or settle into this country-club Christianity, pretending like everything is ok now that you have Jesus. I came to shatter the facade. I came to give you something real. Something raw. Without pretense. Real relationship unlike those that you know.
I love my bride, but don't mistake the body of Christ for Christ himself. I love my bride, but sometimes they get it wrong. I love my bride, but sometimes they miss the mark. I love my bride, but sometimes they lose sight of me in the confines of tradition. Give them grace and love them anyway because you are my bride as well. And sometimes this is you, too. But don't mistake Me for my body.
My heart breaks for you that talk about me, but don't know me. For you who regurgitate what you hear others say about me, but don't find me for yourself. For those of you who are afraid of getting dirty to find real freedom. I mean real freedom. Not better behavior, but real freedom. That's what I came for. Not so that you can pretend like you've got it all together. This life is not a fairy tale. You are not a damsel in distress that needs rescuing. I'm not sending Prince Charming. You are not Cinderella.
You are a warrior.
You are a warrior.
You are a warrior.
I need you to know me for yourself, because when life comes along and challenges what you heard about me, you'd better know where to come to find the truth and not have your house of cards crumble. Cause I've got stuff for you to do. You are significant to my plans. You were created with purpose. And when life gets hard and the enemy comes after you, you'd better hang on to who you know I am, not just some watered down version you've been fed from someone else.
Know me for yourself.
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