I'm a Christian. A really messy one. I didn't earn it. In fact, before my feet hit the floor in the morning, I deserve one thing and that's to fall straight into Hell. There is no penance available to pay for the crimes I've committed. God had to pay for them Himself. He had to leave perfection and glory and immerse Himself into the cesspool of my existence and die. God loves me. . . and I'm messy business. Nobody I know of ever loved me enough to do that. His blood has covered me and marks me. Thing is, I'm still messy business. Like Paul the apostle said, "My mistakes are always in front of me." Yep. Thank God His grace is enough. . . because I'm a bloody mess.
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