one love
If I have never mentioned it on my blog before, I’m mentioning it now: I am a Christian, and I’m not ashamed of it because my faith is what has saved me.
The delusion I’ve lived with is that true Christians are those who live their lives perfectly consistent to the grace of God. The problem with this is that when they slip up, when they make even a minor mistake, I find myself belittling them. In my mind, I’m asking how they could possibly have God in them and be betraying their faith like that. Isn’t it funny how this never caused me to look inward at my own sins and inconsistencies in faith? It never occurred to me that I was pointing my fingers at the same time that I was completely misplacing my sense of self-righteousness.
Maybe the lesson I’m supposed to learn from this is that my eyes have never been focused on the right thing. There is absolutely no one who isn’t Jesus that can manifest the perfect qualities of Jesus. I should be looking at Him (and only Him) as my model of perfection because the plain truth is that Christians just aren’t perfect, and I’m sick and tired of “judging” them and just being generally intolerant of the way they live their private life. Who really cares? Does someone become “less” of a Christian because they choose to live a certain way? Maybe. Maybe not. It doesn’t matter because that’s between them and God. Spirituality should be someone’s very own thing. At the end of the day, if that person knows that their heart is in the right place and that they have their salvation, I think that’s all that makes the eternal difference.
Also, if Jesus were alive today, I doubt He’d be spending most of His time in a church among the most ~holy and pure~ people. I bet He’d be among the sick and poor and unloved people of this world because that’sthe kind of person He was. We so often forget the very basis of Christianity involves love and compassion and acceptance, and there are no strings attached with this.
