If you haven’t already read it, start here. That’s the post that got my little piece of the internet noticed.
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Not like National News Noticed, just more noticed than usual. I’m usually okay with being not noticed.
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I don’t typically add my name or watermark to the graphic. You don’t know I edited the video, produced the website, made the copies, bought the coffee cups, or that I was the voice behind the social media post.
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But in this case, something was definitely different. I really needed people to know what happened. Because it wasn’t really about me. It was about people who didn’t know who Jesus really is.
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One week ago, I realized who didn’t like or trust us – the church.
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I realized why they didn’t like or trust us – the church.
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And for a brief glorious and, at the same time, scary horrible moment, I was in two worlds.
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I was one of us. I was the church. I was being like Jesus would be and I was doing what Jesus would do.
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But I was also one of them.
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“You’re right. I feel unloved, unwanted, left out on a limb, stranded on base, unprepared, a bit uncomfortable, forgotten, angry, and seriously hurt.”
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“…church people suck…”
But God.
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I talked with a few friends.
They saw that you were human. • They saw you have the same feelings they do • You dropped the Christian mask.
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Dropped the mask.
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I don’t even know how to wrap this up.
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I’ve got nothing quotable, or funny, witty, or clever.
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But God.
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Yesterday they showed up. Same bench. They went to church with my husband, son, and I.
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We took them to lunch after church.
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They saw and heard something different yesterday.
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I know it was different because they want to go back.
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They said everyone was kind to them.
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They want to go back.
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They trust us to meet us again this Sunday. Same time. Same bench.
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I cannot believe it….they actually want to go back.
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I didn’t hear anything different yesterday.
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It was a hard lesson I’d already learned.
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I think I learned it years ago.
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Or maybe I just learned it a week ago.
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This one could change your life:
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MarcyCarrico.com 