There is a distinct part of life that’s glossed over by us Christians. The period you start dealing with something and stressed until the time you give up your will and burden to Christ. Most of us live in that space, but no one talks about it, we all say we’re fine when we aren’t, that “God is in Control” when we don’t really buy it. I don’t think that this type of fake joyful mindless banter helps anyone. It forces us to suck it up and not go through our process of grief or loss and portrays to other Christians that they will eventually get to a point when things stop hurting or bothering us and that doesn’t happen till we get to heaven.
I think it especially does damage to those who don’t know Christ because they can see through it. They see us pushing down our emotions and picking up the generic cross of cookie cutter Christians and get this idea they have to lose who they are in order to know Christ and the truth is we are hurting just as bad as they are. If they knew that the only real difference between us was forgiveness- that there wasn’t this huge gap between them and God that we make up with our prideful ways then I think they’d be more willing to travel that short distance to find God so to speak.
Somehow, though it feels better to know something others don’t, to be accepted somewhere others aren’t, into this special club almost. The church from my perspective has turned into a club that we need to check our real selves at the door to gain admittance. Once in a while there is a small a glimpse into what it could be like during a service- but many times we can’t make time for that because it tears off the scab on our own wounds and FORCES us to feel that pain we’ve been shoving down for so long.
What if someone for the sake of love stood up and aired it all out, in order to show that life won’t end; that there is acceptance, freedom, love and peace in being yourself, the one God made and loves and not the one you think you need to be to be a Christian?
love,
me.
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