Real discipleship is messy, imperfect, and honest.Read the rest.
I wanted clean, “perfect,” and limited honesty. I preferred to disclose only my successes, to pass on my accumulated wisdom and knowledge while hiding my foolishness and ignorance. It’s not that I wasn’t making disciples—people gobbled up my platitudes and piety. The problem was the kind of disciples I was making: disciples who could share their faith but not their failures.
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