I don't know about you, but I've never really cared much for people that "have it all figured out."
As a matter of fact, I try to avoid those people at every opportunity. Maybe because I have a hard time believing that life is THAT tidy. My experience has been the opposite- that life is actually pretty messy and people are broken.
I've been on my 3 week assignment at Younglife's Frontier Ranch this past month, and I've seen through thousands of hurting kids how messy life really can be. And I saw over and over again that it's the messy people that Jesus seems most drawn to.
There is something about a God who is most drawn to the messy and broken, the hurting and unsure, that I really like. There is something about a God who would rather be at a party with the tattered than at a religious function with the "flawless" that gives a lift to my heart and soul. And there is something about a God who is continually questioning and challenging the "perfect" while pursuing and caring tenderly for the imperfect that makes me smile more than just a little.
I guess it is because in all of the mess and brokenness, it gives me hope. For myself. And for millions of teenagers across the world.
