We don’t want to learn. We want to file away someone’s insight, like a quote on an index card in our minds. We don’t want to have to know it to be true by forging each letter ourselves in the fires of failure. Getting it wrong.
You are not a forgery of an artist because the process is difficult. The presence of struggle doesn’t imply the absence of grace and gifting. Wring them out.
Start with all your excuses. The page isn’t afraid of them.
My favorite coffee shops have an atmosphere that I think church was intended to have. It feels like a place God would hang out at a lot, a Central Perk I would find Him sitting in if He had some spare time or wanted to cross paths with His friends.