When I know myself a sinner—when the evidence of my brokenness can no longer be hidden, even from me—I become, at last, a member of the blood-washed throng who always sing of Jesus. So I lay down the myth of my perfection, take off the seamless robe that only Christ can wear, and own my true identity as a sinner saved by grace. This is the touchstone of community, the place where “church” begins. Christ only heals those who need a doctor. He can only mend those who know themselves as wounded. The road to grace and glory starts with honesty about ourselves. So join the chorus by the sea who sing redemption’s story. And stay in grace.