These are the words of Marcia For, from Traditions of the Ancients
"When I came to faith in Christ, I was so broken that I had no hope that he could or would fix me. I didn't come to be fixed; I came to him hoping that maybe he could hold the shards of my life in his hands for awhile, even if he couldn't put them back together again and make me whole. My life no longer mattered to me. Christ was my all, and I wanted Christ to consume me. But I did not flee to the desert like Anthony (a 3rd century monk.) I became a 'victim' of my society -- which, by the way, includes the church -- and continued to be entangled in the illusions of my false self. I conveniently forgot that my new passion as a believer was to become like Christ. Instead, I became like. . . well, everyone else."
Wow. The Christian life does not mean being like everyone else in church. Instead, the true Christian life is about being like Christ.
