Trigger warning: it’s going to get ugly. I’m about to share some things that don’t make me look good. Which is hard for me. Because I want you to like me and think nice things about me and be my friend. But I’m trying to unearth some vulnerability in the hope that the incoming light will be healing. (Thanks, Brené.)
Here goes. There’s an ugliness I face every time I write a sermon: competition.
First, I compete with myself.
Second, I compete with the guys.
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