About the Author
Lynne Hybels joined her husband, Bill, in starting Willow Creek Community Church in 1975. She has edited many books and is coauthor of Rediscovering Church and Fit to Be Tied. She has been involved in Willow Creek's ministry partnerships in Latin America and currently serves as an advocate for those affected by HIV/AIDS in Africa. SPANISH BIO: Lynne Hybels junto a su esposo Bill inicio Willow Creek Community Church en 1975. Ha editado varios libros y es coautora de Rediscovering Church y Fit to Be Tied. Ha colaborado con asociaciones del ministerio de Willow Creek en Latinoamerica y actualmente trabaja como defensora de los afectados por el HIV/SIDA en Africa. Lynne y Bill residen en los suburbios de Chicago y tienen dos hijos adultos.
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I want to tell you about someone I used to know very well. She was a nice girl: obedient, polite, socially acceptable. A bit too reticent, some might say, but so very pleasing, nonetheless. A really nice girl. Oh yes, her gaze seemed empty at times and her words sometimes rang, well, not false really, but perhaps a bit flat. Okay, I sometimes had the feeling she was just going through the motions of life, but they were such nice motions. Everybody liked her. She had an uncanny ability to keep almost everybody happy almost all the time, though she didn't truly seem to be very happy herself. But I could be wrong; she was always smiling. I don't know that I ever heard her laugh---and no one ever accused her of being wildly in love with life---but she had such a nice smile. She was a very caring person, though in a passive sort of way. She was not the type to turn the world upside down. Still, she was a very nice girl. What I mean to say, as you might have guessed, is that I was a very nice girl. A nice girl. There's nothing wrong with being a nice girl, especially when you consider the alternatives: A naughty girl? A mean girl? A bad girl? Who wants to be like that? I didn't. I really didn't. What I wanted was to be a godly girl. From the time I became a Christian at age seven, I wanted to please God, and I took that desire very seriously. I grew up in the 1950s and '60s in a small Michigan town, where I attended a church that was a fine church in many ways. But the preaching during my most impressionable years was pretty much hellfire and brimstone. I heard a lot about sin and punishment, guilt and shame.