Exposure

Judging from my posts last night, I was in a rather foul mood. Sorry about the language if that offended you. The whole reason I started this blog was to lay my raw self on the table, “just as I am” at any given moment. Originally I was going to pour all these experiences into a closed, private journal; but there’s something cathartic about being completely exposed to the public.

Not that I’m about to take up flashing or anything. Rest easy on that.

I also don’t want to sanitize my words on these pages, so occasionally there will be some ugly stuff that surfaces, for better or worse. Consider yourself warned.

Lastly, I should add one theological clarification. Please don’t misinterpret my previous comments about scrubbing to mean I have a works-based faith in God. I realize that it is only by the grace of God that I do not drown in my own sin. I know the paradox of salvation, even though I don’t fully get it: that nothing I could ever do would make me clean or good enough for God, yet he loves me in spite of all that and offers a way to the Good Life through Jesus.

I love Jesus; I want to prove that to him by living the best I can. I just struggle—a lot—in doing that. So here’s my struggle, take it or leave it.