Lies

This is a draft of a post I was meaning to share a couple years ago. Wasn't quite sure what I was doing or how to end it. "Here is something I've been noticing with my customers, and most of all, with me. We're fake. Yeah, fake. I've been going to church for almost 21 years now. In several of those twenty-one years, I've been going to church with a heavy load and a deep secret. For years, I didn't know what to make of sex. It's weird(that was my 10 year old mind). It's gross. It's so intimate. It's too personal. For me, I can't fully trust anybody. I didn't have any "best friend" that I can express my thoughts about. I didn't have a close relationship with my dad. I can't trust him enough to tell him everything. I can't trust Him enough to heal me. So all those years of going to church were a going through the steps. And the thought of sex was skewed. Not personal. Not intimate. Not love. Just fun. And I suppose most people these days figure it to be.
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