We Need A New Description – Being a Christian These Days Means Something Else

God lovesWhat does it say about the times we live in that I’m hesitant to confess myself a Christian? It isn’t that I’m ashamed of my Lord Jesus Christ. I’m not. I’m ashamed, instead, of those who are touting themselves as Christians, yet have no spiritual fruit hanging on their vines. Even worse, I have to assess daily whether I am becoming one of them. It is …. exhausting.

Sadly, almost every horrible, unholy act I’ve experienced has been at the hands of a professing Christian. I wish there were some way to discern between those who profess their obedience to God’s word while disobeying every commandment,  as opposed to those who actually live it quietly, allowing their voices to remain silent while their fruit speaks for itself.

I find the real Laborers of the Harvest tend to downplay their worthiness, while those who only use God as a social tool tend to up-play their part in His Kingdom. They ride triumphantly on the praise of others, yet forget that they are fallen creatures like the rest of us. More importantly, I must assess my spiritual inventory daily to make sure I am not falling into a hypocritical, false belief in my own adherence to God’s laws. I praise God daily that He has given my a check in those around me. I want to be a sincere follower, not simply surface, but devout.

What an exhausting world we live in now. I admit, I’m looking forward to things being put spiritually correct.

~ Bird


Don’t Forget “The Least of These”

sad-girlI read this today and it reminded me of what I’m supposed to be doing here, in this place, in this life. It isn’t battling corporate greed, or looking for love again, or worrying about what other people are saying about me. It’s about the bigger picture — the spiritual harvest. I’m one of the laborers, and the harvest is large. I’m glad I was reminded of this today. ~ Bird

“We who follow Jesus know (this) hope: the good news he offered. Most astonishingly, he made possible an intimacy with the God of the universe that can solve the thirst for significance.

To a woman shamed by an embarrassing malady, to a social outcast with leprosy, to a thief hanging on a cross hours from death, to a common prostitute —to all these people and many more he held out the bright promise that significance is not something attained but rather bestowed by a gracious God.

And thus we who follow Jesus should treat those who rank low on society’s scale —’the least of these,’ in Jesus’ phrase— as he did, proclaiming by our deeds what we believe about the image of God in every person.

~ Vanishing Grace: What Ever Happened to the Good News?