What It Means to Celebrate Recovery

Celebrate Recovery

A couple of years ago, a well-respected, spiritually mature friend told me I needed to go to Celebrate Recovery. And she was serious! I thought she was crazy. Surely she grossly misunderstood my situation. After all, I’m not an addict. I couldn’t possibly need recovery. I ignored her suggestion and continued the insanity cycle—doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results.

I had been doing it for a long time: masking pain, coping with the shame of my past in unhealthy ways and trying to survive a sexually dysfunctional marriage.

It wasn’t working.

On the outside, people saw the polished Christina—supermom to four little kids, entrepreneur, godly wife and leader. But they didn’t see what was silently killing me. My marriage felt helpless and hopeless, and the shame of my past decisions was crippling me spiritually and emotionally.

I couldn’t forgive myself or get over some of the baggage I was carrying. Desperate and not knowing where to turn, I soon realized I could no longer carry it on my own. But where could I turn? Who do I share these embarrassing issues with? Church?

If we’re honest, most churches seem more like a place to parade our spiritual resumes than to declare our weaknesses

Most churches maybe. But not all churches.

A Surprising Place to Heal

Within five minutes of my first visit to Celebrate Recovery at The Rock, ministry leader Ray Hutchison’s voice boomed through the microphone, “This is a safe place. You can take your masks off here. We’re all messed up, every single one of us.”

I sat there, a bit stunned; church had never felt like a safe place.

I mean, deep down, we all know we’re messed up. We have struggles and hurts we don’t really like to acknowledge, much less talk about. But why is it the norm for Christians to not talk about struggles and sin?

I was raised in the church, and most of my childhood memories involved church services, vacation Bible school and youth camps; but that first night at CR, I saw authenticity for the first time within church walls. I was intrigued by it—and a little concerned about it.

The leaders introduced themselves by telling us what God had helped them recover from and what they were still struggling with. They were transparent and unguarded, yet they seemed to have no shame in admitting their struggles. It was strange to hear someone admit they struggle with anger, pride or lust—especially a pastor.

Church leaders have always felt a little less human than the rest of us.

I went back the next week and every week thereafter. I mostly observed at small group, sharing only on surface level about my week. I was too afraid to tell anyone why I was really there. I saw others be vulnerable and transparent and never even thought to judge them; I was impressed with, and also envious of, their honesty.

Yet, I felt if people knew who I really was, if people understood what I was struggling with, they would hate me. If people knew my husband had a pornography habit, they would think differently of our family. Satan had lied to me—he’s really good at that—and kept me in a prison of shame; consequently, I didn’t allow anyone to really know me.

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Christina Stolaas
Christina is an energetic mom to four adorable young kids, wife, a lover of the outdoors and people. In her free time she enjoys writing, training for road races, drinking too much coffee, belly laughs with friends and pursuing a deeper walk with Jesus. She is forever thankful that God's script for her life needs no editing. (Romans 8:28)