We're all born to broken people on their most honest day of living. And since that first breath We'll need grace that we've never given...these lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach, but they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in this weather...so I've built a wooden heart inside this iron ship, to sail these blood red seas and find your coasts... pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviors but I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores so come on and let's wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach come on and sew us together, tattered rags stained forever we only have what we remember ...I am the barely living son of a woman and man who barely made it but we're making it taped together on borrowed crutches and new starts we all have the same holes in our hearts... so I've carved a wooden heart, put it in this sinking ship hoping it would help me float for just a few more weeks because I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam lost and found like you and me scattered out on the sea... because our church is made out of shipwrecks from every hull these rocks have claimed but we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the change.
-Listener, Wooden Heart
I am a man.
I am not an angel.
I am not God.
I am not a demon
I am a man.
I am angry.
I have an active sex drive.
I am stubborn.
I am not the smartest.
I am a liar.
I am afraid.
I have my doubts.
I am hurt.
I am abusive.
I am violent.
I am a failure.
I wear a mask of lies that hold this ship together.
I've carved a wooden heart and put it inside this iron ship to sail these blood red seas and find Your coasts. But I can't find You in this condition. It isn't by wooden hearts and iron skin that we find You. It's only when You pull fist of rotten wood from my heart that You, my savior, reveal my bloody heart of flesh inside this fragile body of skin and bone. I am not alone in this. The church is made from shipwrecks and together we experience Your love when we wash each other with our tears when this life comes to life and our wooden hearts are torn apart with a smash from the potters hand upon the clay.
The gospel is this: We are more sinful and flawed in ourselves than we ever dared believe, yet at the very same time we are more loved and accepted in Jesus Christ than we ever dared hope.
-Timothy Keller
I am a sinner.
I am broken.
This is not a cool selfless Christian proclamation. This is not me being humble. This is not me being vulnerable and letting everyone see how holy and transparent I am.
This is me saying I fucking sin.
I fucking sin.
I am a man.
It is by my heart that You faced the cross.
I crucified my Savior.
I put to death my King.
I murdered God.
I can and do fail.
The world sees Adam Schuch as a man of integrity pursuing righteousness. But that isn't who Adam Schuch is. He is a bitter, stubborn, angry, insecure, prideful man. He commits adultery in his heart if not with his hand. He cowers and dodges pain at almost all costs. He ignores the problems and hardships of people when he doesn't feel like helping. But he loves to put on display his "heart for the homeless" He loves to tell people he leads a mens group and works at the food pantry several times a week along with helping a different church with it's homeless outreach. He likes to brag that he is a male preschool teacher breaking the stereotypes of what masculinity is. He loves to put on a show of what an amazing boyfriend he can be but under the facade he is lazy and only seeks self pleasure in relationships. I am Adam Schuch and I am a fucking sinner with a religious self-righteous mask the size of Alaska.
To the world this is the end of my story. Rightfully so. Infact I struggle with accepting any other alternative. But This isn't the end of my story. The creator of the heavens and the earth, the star breathing, elephant making, atom designing, hair counting, ocean pouring, planet slinging God of Israel knows all of this about me. He knows when I hide sins behind my back when I think He isn't looking. He knows when I stereotypically imagine Him as a caucasian male with a blue sash and flowing brown hair. He knows when my heart lusts for desires. He knows everything I've done and He knows all of me. This God this being which I can scarcely comprehend loves and accepts me more than I could ever hope.
I have nowhere to hide and only failures to offer. But God wants me.
Abba, give me understanding.
Teach me what is love.
Show me what is forgiveness.
Jesus wash me in grace.
I am Adam Schuch
I am a man
I am a sinner
I am loved.
Enter the Worship Circle - Beautiful Sound
-Listener, Wooden Heart
I am a man.
I am not an angel.
I am not God.
I am not a demon
I am a man.
I am angry.
I have an active sex drive.
I am stubborn.
I am not the smartest.
I am a liar.
I am afraid.
I have my doubts.
I am hurt.
I am abusive.
I am violent.
I am a failure.
I wear a mask of lies that hold this ship together.
I've carved a wooden heart and put it inside this iron ship to sail these blood red seas and find Your coasts. But I can't find You in this condition. It isn't by wooden hearts and iron skin that we find You. It's only when You pull fist of rotten wood from my heart that You, my savior, reveal my bloody heart of flesh inside this fragile body of skin and bone. I am not alone in this. The church is made from shipwrecks and together we experience Your love when we wash each other with our tears when this life comes to life and our wooden hearts are torn apart with a smash from the potters hand upon the clay.
The gospel is this: We are more sinful and flawed in ourselves than we ever dared believe, yet at the very same time we are more loved and accepted in Jesus Christ than we ever dared hope.
-Timothy Keller
I am a sinner.
I am broken.
This is not a cool selfless Christian proclamation. This is not me being humble. This is not me being vulnerable and letting everyone see how holy and transparent I am.
This is me saying I fucking sin.
I fucking sin.
I am a man.
It is by my heart that You faced the cross.
I crucified my Savior.
I put to death my King.
I murdered God.
I can and do fail.
The world sees Adam Schuch as a man of integrity pursuing righteousness. But that isn't who Adam Schuch is. He is a bitter, stubborn, angry, insecure, prideful man. He commits adultery in his heart if not with his hand. He cowers and dodges pain at almost all costs. He ignores the problems and hardships of people when he doesn't feel like helping. But he loves to put on display his "heart for the homeless" He loves to tell people he leads a mens group and works at the food pantry several times a week along with helping a different church with it's homeless outreach. He likes to brag that he is a male preschool teacher breaking the stereotypes of what masculinity is. He loves to put on a show of what an amazing boyfriend he can be but under the facade he is lazy and only seeks self pleasure in relationships. I am Adam Schuch and I am a fucking sinner with a religious self-righteous mask the size of Alaska.
To the world this is the end of my story. Rightfully so. Infact I struggle with accepting any other alternative. But This isn't the end of my story. The creator of the heavens and the earth, the star breathing, elephant making, atom designing, hair counting, ocean pouring, planet slinging God of Israel knows all of this about me. He knows when I hide sins behind my back when I think He isn't looking. He knows when I stereotypically imagine Him as a caucasian male with a blue sash and flowing brown hair. He knows when my heart lusts for desires. He knows everything I've done and He knows all of me. This God this being which I can scarcely comprehend loves and accepts me more than I could ever hope.
I have nowhere to hide and only failures to offer. But God wants me.
Abba, give me understanding.
Teach me what is love.
Show me what is forgiveness.
Jesus wash me in grace.
I am Adam Schuch
I am a man
I am a sinner
I am loved.
Enter the Worship Circle - Beautiful Sound