Just so you know, I’m not a good person.
I don’t say that I’m a recovering hypocrite because it’s a cute name.
I call myself that because it’s a snapshot of my story.
I used to preach against smoking and chewing tobacco while I enjoyed my sugary drinks and snacks.
I used to preach against the sin of pride while I was proud of my spiritual gifts and the things that I had purchased.
I used to preach against going to movies while I rented the same movies at blockbuster (yeah, I know).
I used to teach about relationships while I had a strained, barely-hanging-on marriage.
I used to go on and on about, “walking with God” while I struggled to wake up early enough to read 5 verses of the Bible.
I used to focus on the sins of person in the pew while I would wink at mine.
I used to preach my preferences while neglecting the rich context of the Bible.
I used to talk about compassion while only thinking narcissistically about myself.
I used to preach against the sin of lust while objectifying women in my eyes and mind.
I used to recoil at cursing (cussin’) while participating in gossip and backbiting.
I used to talk about being a Christian while having no idea what a real Christian even looked like.
I knew religion, but I didn’t know Christ.
I’m not a good person.
If there’s anything good in me, God placed it there.
I’m not out of the woods yet. I still struggle with some of these things, and others.
Honestly, sometimes I feel like I’m just getting started.
And that is why I’m a #recoveringhypocrite.
Josh, that’s true of all of us..(we all sin and fall short of the glory of God…) Thank you for sharing
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Hey Gwen, thanks for commenting. The longer I’m alive, the more aware I become of the distance between me and God, save Christ.