Fuzzy is good for teddy bears. Not so much for early morning teeth or pollen-laden throats.
Sometimes somebody else’s life looks smooth and silky when – up close – life is actually quite fuzzy: fuzzy future, fuzzy relationships, fuzzy details.
I remember – as a child and especially as a Middle Schooler – looking at other people’s lives and wondering what they were like up close and in bright light, and I distinctly remember not wanting to trade my live with any of theirs. I knew the fuzzy parts of my own life and I could live with them.
Most people’s lives are fuzzy.
The same is true for churches. The church with great curb appeal and perfect-looking people are often the fuzziest – and I’m not just talking about their theology. Life is fuzzy all-around and it’s okay. The fuzziness makes life more interesting and more textured. And it can be beautiful because God is in it.
Image of a lovely plant that’s clearly fuzzy up close. Serra Retreat Center, Malibu.
A Church for Starving Artists 