We are all big, green, ugly ogres in reality.

Some days we live with that reality and try to make the best of it, other days we think of ourselves as a princess by day and an ogre by night. Where will we find true acceptance and love, by embracing reality or sucking the death out of self-deception? I came across this piece while walking through London earlier this year and was captivated by it. For further reading on this pick up Philip Yancey's "What's so Amazing about Grace" - the visaul edition is incredible- as well as "Messy Spirituality" by Mike Yanconelli. Reality is much better for growth and maturity in the long. Many cannot grow because they will not visit the place from which they need to leave. Is there a place for performance in our Faith, does Christ demand of us to "get right" in any way? I know that there is affirmation of this but it is widely distorted in the circles I have been brought to in life and thus I have not found easy answers.