Since it’s a Sunday morning, and many of us who grew up Christian spent countless Sunday mornings confessing our sin, brokenness, and inadequacy — over and over, week after week…
How do you think repeating creeds and prayers about your inherent sinfulness affected your sense of self as a tiny, growing human?
Whose power did it preserve for you to grow up convinced that you were broken, fundamentally sinful, and inadequate without a “Savior”?
And whom might it benefit for you to grovel about your worthlessness and powerlessness from the pews every week?
Time to rewrite the story, in our bones.
Maybe, just maybe, there’s actually nothing deeply wrong with you.
What if you were whole, and wise, and powerful to begin with?
Let’s recite a new creed, and weave it into our bodies, with every awakened breath.
You are good.
You are wise.
You are whole.