A.J. Swoboda writes like he’s trying to do praise song lyrics. No complete sentences. Just thoughts. Flying at you from the page. Yet this very fragmented, sometimes grammatically chaotic style reflects his main point: Christians aren’t perfect, and the church is as messy as the world. When God creates out of nothing, He first makes the nothing, the unformed matter, and then proceeds to shape it over time into something very good. And here, now, we are in that shaping process, and the fragments of unfinished material are both around and within us. Church, then, is not a place to get fed. It is a place to bless others. Real community can only be found among people who acknowledge the mess in their lives and stop trying to pretend that everything is perfect....