Guys like to brag about how strong they are - how much they can lift or how much horsepower their engines have. But bragging about our strength doesn’t really draw us closer to God or each other.

I am a weak person. I really am. I often try to mask it, but I am pretty weak. As Bono said, “I’m not broke, but you can see the cracks.” I am a mess, really.

As I’ve told my small group, I have a voice in my head that tells me I am lazy. When I am running late with a project or when I just feel like taking an evening to chill or when I can’t seem to get into a creative groove, I start hearing in my head about how lazy, unproductive, and undisciplined I am.

I get cranky pretty easily too. I hate it when I get testy with my kids, but not enough to stop. I get annoyed way too easily. I am frequently too sarcastic and cynical.

I am weak, and I guess I ought to glory in that. There is wonderful irony when God’s grace can come shining through in a guy who is wearing his cranky pants. There is sweet mystery when effectiveness flows from a couch potatoe. (I’ll spell it with an “e” because I’ve got an nostalgic soft spot for Dan Quayle.)

Vintage is a place where vulnerability and authenticity are values. We believe that messy spirituality is still spirituality. It’s our prayer that’s God’s grace and glory will shine through our weaknesses.

How about you? How weak are you?