It may not surprise you, but I'm a Christian hypocrite. Maybe not how you expect though.
I drove through the Bicentennial Ave intersection, and was trying hard to keep to the roadwork speed limits. An hour later I drove back through them and had another car pass me at speed in the same zone. I shook my head (and hand) in frustration at them: 'Don't you care about the electricians and the other workers?!', I asked in righteous fury.
I drove a third time back through said area, and checked my speedo - only to discover I was not keeping the limit myself. Shame-job!
It happens in my family - I do what I forbid my children: 'No shouting!', I shout at them. 'Don't be greedy!' I scold, and later that night scofff down oodles of ice cream!
In big and small ways, I am a Christian hypocrite.
You might wonder what makes it Christian - it's this: I've discovered that Jesus Christ has been welcoming and forgiving sorry hypocrites for two thousand years.
You may have heard (or even said) that the church is full of hypocrites - come and join us, there's always room for one more!
St Paul's Anglican Church meets on Sundays at 9am with kids church. All welcome.