The Beautiful Broken

It is not often that I feel compelled to talk about my church...or even my faith for that matter. I grew up in a Catholic household. But for years I felt like I had a very sleepy faith. Like I was just going through the motions. In fact, if you would have asked me the Monday after Mass what I had learned from the teachings, many times I would have been hard pressed to tell you. And maybe faith and developing a relationship with God are something that just sort of comes with age and life experience.

Eric grew up in a Baptist household, but we met while going to a Catholic high school. So after we got married and moved to Dallas, it was important to the both of us that we find a church that fit both of our needs. And it wasn't easy. But we realized that having a good marriage was going to be based on a foundation stronger than each of us could create on our own. We were probably married for about two years when we first visited the Heights.

The Heights Church feels like home for us. And that is not to say that we don't struggle to keep our faith alive and growing. After all, life is hard sometimes. And when it gets tough it is easy to ask why it is that it feels like God has abandoned you. However, as Christians we are always reminded that God would never turn his back on us, even in our darkest hour. He loves us. Unconditionally. Despite our lapses. Despite our flaws. Despite our brokeness.

Again, I don't usually talk much about our Church, but this next Sunday we are beginning a sermon series entitled "The Beautiful Broken." For those of you in the area who don't have a church, I invite you to attend. It is a reminder that we can always go home. That Jesus will always put our broken pieces back together.