Replacing Sunday Mornings
Some of us went under the dark waves of our own depression and pain, never to resurface.
Some of us came back.
We came back because we were beginning to believe that it might be here too. In these churches with all of their brokenness, all of their clunky programs and squeaky-clean sermons. We'd figured out that it still existed, and that it can be found in the most imperfect of people.
We saw it, after all, at the end of our first 5k. We found it slumped over at the bar, sobbing out our story to a stranger. We encountered it on the unfamiliar roads that we were driving, felt it course through our body like dancing music.
And it turned out to be that unnamable Thing we'd been looking for all long.
And in our better moments, we've learned to recognize it for what it is: Grace.
Addie Zierman is a writer, blogger and recovering Jesus Freak. She recently published her debut book, When We Were on Fire: A Memoir of Consuming Faith, Tangled Love and Starting Overthrough Convergent Books. She lives in Minnesota with her husband, Andrew, and their two young sons.
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