One of the biggest complaints about church-goers is that we're all "fake." Some of our families are falling apart. Some of us feel hopeless. We have bad days just like the rest of the world, but, for some reason, on Sunday mornings, we put on our happy face and say, "Hey! How are you? Me? I'm fine! It's so good to see you...blah, blah, blah." No wonder we're perceived as fake...sometimes we ARE. Why do we feel the need to pretend?!?
