I'm a Christian, but I don't have it all figured out. I have doubts on Tuesday mornings. I ask questions that don't have clean answers. I've sat in church feeling like a stranger and driven home in silence wondering if any of it is real. I'm a Christian, but I've hurt people. I've been judgmental when I should have been gentle. I've hidden behind doctrine when someone needed presence. I've used "I'll pray for you" as a way to end a conversation I didn't want to have. I'm a Christian, but I believe science. I believe in therapy. I believe your worth is not determined by your productivity or your purity. I believe God is not embarrassed by your mess. I'm a Christian, but not because I'm better than anyone. If anything, I'm here because I knew I wasn't. Faith didn't make me good — it just made me honest about how much I need grace. Maybe that's the whole point.