The neighborhood bar is possibly the best counterfeit there is for the fellowship Christ wants to give His church. It’s an imitation, dispensing liquor instead of grace, escape rather than reality, but it is a permissive, accepting, and inclusive fellowship. It is unshockable. It is democratic. You can tell people secrets and they usually don’t tell others or even want to. The bar flourishes not because most people are alcoholics, but because God has put into the human heart the desire to know and be known, to love and be loved, and so many seek a counterfeit at the price of a few beers. ~ Bruce Larson
I am a fortunate and blessed husband, proud daddy and a growing man who is not afraid of and at peace with being damaged goods. It's true no matter how you slice it, dice it, analyze it or spiritualize it. The challenge is how you day by day overcome it and not let it overcome you. Isaiah 42:3 "a bruised reed shall He not break, and a smoking flax shall He not quench:"
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