Proof of my ridiculousness. Exhibit B

In my last post I failed to place content into context. Why am I writing blogs pertaining to my failures? Well, I’m quite convinced that Christians spend a great deal of time masking and burying their weaknesses and sin so as to slip incognito into a world of self-glorifying perfectionism. If we’re truly honest with which truths Christianity is founded upon, It makes little sense to pretend our lives are hunkey dory. It's founded on the same principle that people wear make-up. It's adhering to made-up guidelines that create a product as artificial and unrealistic as the morals that support them. "Perfect skin" seems to be the pursuit of most Christians, including myself. And I have totally fallen for this lie. As subversive as I try to be, on the inside, I'm terrified of what most people think. I would even go so far as to say that any rebelliousness I put forward is, in itself, the concealer I use to hide this big pulsing ZIT.
In writing these blogs I hope be exposed. On Derek Webb’s album “The House Show” he talks about how the best thing for any of us is to have our deepest, darkest sins broadcasted on the 12 O’clock news. My goal is that I can start to believe that Jesus is the Gospel and not Bill. Through this, I hope that I would be able to cultivate enough evidence to show myself that I need perfect love. Not just the affection of people close to me; their love is exhaustible; they, in the end, will not know how to love me.
I hope to recognize that, in the scheme of all things, someone as proportionately insignificant as I would need something bigger than the universe to appropriately tend to my fallacies. Talk about being a mooch.