Something in this resonates with me. Can our individual brokenness be a gift of healing we offer to one another?
"...the more I interact with these [people] outside of Sunday morning church the more I get a truer sense of what the church looks like. Somehow the act of walking through the liturgy together on Sunday morning makes us more pliable the rest of the week, more flexible with the shape our interactions take, and more open to showing up just as we are--cracks, fissures, duct tape, and all. Because we are learning to recognize the Christ in one another, we are also more susceptible to being healed just by being in one another's broken yet holy presence."
— from Enuma Okoro, Reluctant Pilgrim: A Moody, Somewhat Self-Indulgent Introvert’s Search for Spiritual Community (p. 148)