The more I get to know about people, the more I understand that the church is broken. In fact, everyone is broken. I am actually surprised that the church even functions.
Let me explain:
I know one Christian woman who is terrified of men. Even the slightest hint of anger, fortifies her defenses. Maybe some traumatic event from her past caused her to be afraid, nobody knows. She’s not a terrible person, just broken and scared.
I also know a man who assumes that he’s not valued when he’s ignored. Acceptance personifies itself in compassionate dialogue. Again, the result of brokenness and betrayal.
Finally, there’s another college student who believes that the sum total of his personal self-worth is proportional to his ability to perform and accomplish tasks. He’s completely task oriented with little regard for relationships. Again, caused by brokenness and pain.
All three individuals are Christian. All follow God. All assume the church is the one place that they should be able to find unconditional love and acceptance. All are broken.
What if all three broken people where in the same church? What if they served together on the same ministry team or small group? Could they work together in this collision of brokenness?
It’s amazing that we don’t all just kill each other and that love is even possible.
Here’s the scariest thought of all. This is only one tiny microcosm of the church; three individuals that personify the entire church. A collision of brokenness.
So, is your church broken? Absolutely.