STOP. If you trust me (and especially if you have Netflix streaming), go watch Lars and the Real Girl, then come back. It looks vulgar, but I promise it's not.
I love this movie. Lars is a reclusive, emotionally stunted young man formed and badly damaged by the loss of his mother at birth and his father's subsequent crippling sadness. His kindhearted sister-in-law and guilt-ridden brother try to reach out to him, but he's all but unreachable until he announces that he has a girlfriend. They're still thrilled he's interacting with another person until...
This movie touched me because it deals with one of my deepest, darkest needs. (No, it's not a sex doll you weirdo.) I may look normal...-ish, but I'm not. Truly. I only expose the smallest glimpses of my crazy here. And what I want, at a very deep place, is to be loved and accepted in spite of it. I want to walk through life holding my sex doll and be dealt with grace-fully. And guys, the church is flawed in some fundamental ways, but while I've seen some messed up and disappointing stuff in church through the years, in this way, the church has shown up for me. It's been a refuge and the place where I am accepted in gentle kindness not because I'm well-adjusted and easy to deal with but despite the fact that I'm difficult, more than a little ridiculous, and a lot of work.
By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another. John 13:35