Even though it was 20 years ago and the man writing this is totally different to that attention seeking arrogant teenager I still wake up feeling guilty and shameful. How can I call myself a Christian? How can God love me when I could do that? And as I deconstruct myself more memories of my failings assault me. Times when I didn’t measure up, when I deliberately went against God.
Our society sees refinement as an end or a product or something to be consumed. But refinement is not just an end. It is not just a product. Refinement is also a process. And hardly ever a fun one.