it's been a while since i've posted anything of spiritual significance... so I'm starting a new series... it's actually a series of thoughts... and instead of posting a huge post (which no one will ever read)... i mean seriously... who reads huge posts? so i thought i'd try it in bite sized nuggets... a montage of sorts... shards of broken glass that will eventually mean something... so here it goes...
I've been thinking about being a Christian and what it really means to follow Jesus.
Honestly when I think about being a Christian, I just feel tired all over.
My body aches from disappointments and failures along this messy path that I’ve led.
I don’t profess to be the greatest Christian in the world.
In fact, when it comes to Christianity, I think I am pretty bad at it.
And maybe that’s the point.
Maybe there is something wrong with the way we "do" Christianity.
Following Jesus is harder than it sounds.
And if you don’t watch out you might find yourselves following a set of rules as apposed to following a man.
We get caught up in the legalism of being a Christian.
We go through the hoops and loops.
We follow all the rules.
And somewhere along the line, we’ve fallen out of love with Jesus.
(Or maybe the thing we thought was Jesus wasn't really him at all... but that's a whole different series in itself...)
Anyway it leaves me still feeling a void in this old heart of mine.
Sometimes I just miss Jesus.
I miss spending time with Him, and I get bitter.
I think I kind of expect Jesus to put all of the effort in our relationship.
I selfishly expect him to always chase after me.
I try to blame the system or God for the reasons that I am so far apart from him.
But realistically, it’s me who has turned my back on Jesus.
...TO BE CONTINUED...
1 comment:
Dude, you should have been there Monday night. That was almost exactly what we talked about.
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