Authenticity, to me, is like three servings of vegetables a day. It’s like flossing, or waking up early to work out. I like the idea of all these things. But in reality, they make me extremely uncomfortable. I am often not willing to go through the unpleasantness.
There are no short cuts to these things either. A daily, chewable grape-flavored vitamin does not do for me what a plate of asparagus and spinach does. Flossing twice a year right before a dentist appointment fools no one, least of all my dentist. No amount of good intentions or wishing to be in shape actually enables me to run around the block without getting winded. There is no authenticity without the scariness of vulnerability.
In about a week, I’ll begin summer project. One of my jobs is to lead a group of young women in sharing our life stories. I’ll go first and will set the tone for the rest of the group by how open and honest I am with them. Anticipating this, I am left staring at the gap that exists between liking an idea and having the courage to act.
So much of my life change has occurred because others were open with me. My most meaningful relationships are with those characterized by uninhibited honesty. Sharing life stories can be a time when Jesus breaks apart the powerful lie that I am the only one struggling with something. Shame and fear of discovery are banished in the light of authentic community. I don’t want to stand in the way of what God can do through this opportunity. If you’re reading, pray that God would help me to be vulnerable. Pray I would resist the urge to make a name for myself, and instead share the glory of the gospel in my life.
“The gospel is that you are more sinful and flawed than you ever dared believe yet can be more accepted and loved than you ever dared hope because Jesus Christ lived and died in your place.”
-Tim Keller