Could it be that when we commit to being authentic, we experience more tension than we would if we hadn’t made such a commitment?
Rather than seeking to be the impressive idea of what we think others think we should be, we represent what we are, which is something that might often fall short of what we *should* be?
It’s less neat. Less perfect. It makes mistakes. Says the wrong things. Wobbles lots. Is selfish sometimes. It represents a person that is representative of a muddly (and beautiful) human, rather than God.
For this reason, maybe it’s an uncomfortable space to seek to dwell, but maybe it’s equally a burden relieving one.
Because in its welcome for us to just be as we are today, it walks us beyond the tight darkly grip of all of the shame of who we know we are not, and invites us beneath the light of who we are, and only beneath that warmth, do we really begin to change.
“This is the crisis we’re in: God-light streamed into the world, but men and women everywhere ran for the darkness… Everyone who makes a practice of doing evil, addicted to denial and illusion, hates God-light and won’t come near it, fearing a painful exposure. But anyone working and living in truth and reality welcomes God-light so the work can be seen for the God-work it is.” John 3:19