Sometimes, when I walk into a Christian gathering, I feel like a fraud. This is amplified when I find myself in some sort of leadership role. Things I've thought, said, or done that are less-than-Christ-like flash through my mind. I think of that harsh thing I said to my husband. The frustration I felt towards my son. The amount of time I wasted on social media. All of these short-comings haunt my thoughts. I start to feel like I'm not good enough. I wonder, what am I doing here? How did I fool these poor suckers into thinking I belong here?
All I need is to hear a word, or a song, or a prayer about the cross. Then I remember the truth: not one of a us is good enough. But Jesus is good enough. His work on the cross is enough. Yes, my sins are many. But his grace is sufficient for me.
Because of this, we are invited to come as we are. I can approach God freely. I can do the small tasks he gives me in confidence. Knowing, that I don't stand on my own righteousness, but on his. We all belong, here. There is a place for every loser, every hot mess, every wretch at the foot of the cross. His grace is enough.
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