In moments when I can’t seem to forgive myself for my faults and mistakes, I think I will try to remember that massive list of mistakes and faults of Christianity and Christians and how much I love that mess of a Church. I come back and love it hard every day, wanting it to live up to its potential and capable of seeing the beautiful light in the world that it can be and is, in many ways.
And maybe I can love myself. MLK was an unfaithful husband. The best of us have our darkness.
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