My parents divorced when I was nine. I’m not a victim, but the break still broke me.
We’re not dirty and sinful because of our sexual desires, and God fights for us as creatures in his image with sexual desires.
A six pack plays no role in God’s love for you. You being conformed to the physical cultural ideal changes God’s love for you exactly 0%.
We now face a bigger, badder “I don’t care.” It’s more complex. Topics of God, church, love, community, spiritual discipline, theological conviction, relational faithfulness, life, work, family, friends, whatever . . . all receive a definitive, self-assured “Meh.”
Whether it’s a laughable underwear-on-stage experience (laughable later), or a deeply unsettling loss of integrity, embarrassment is a besetting quality of human life. It lurks and stalks beneath the surface of our circumstances, waiting to sink its teeth into our every failing and loss — intentional or naive, serious or jovial, public or private, embarrassment is a trained hunter of human failure.
Have you ever found yourself, in the midst of failure and frustration in the Christian life, saying, “I hate myself”?