You think a Christian is only a Christian if they spend their Sundays in a church and wear that glistening cross around their neck. But let me be the one to tell you the honest truth. A Christian is flawed and imperfect, covered in hideous bruises and cuts so deep you’ll get lost in their depth. We’re fallen, we’re lost, we’re confused, but we’re driven. We’re determined, we’re motivated, we’re ready, we’re loved, and we’re loving. We’re not judgmental because we know that sin is all too real and it’s all too difficult to live that holy life. We have our moments of hypocrisy and disingenuous moments. But we own them, we notice them, we fall on our knees and ask for forgiveness.
Guess what? My God loves me. My God loves effed up me. My God loves me despite my major shortcomings. He died for me. And he loves me more than I will ever be able to understand. Because I don’t understand. I don’t understand how someone so perfect and just can be so forgiving and loving. But He is. And He calls us to be so too. He calls us to welcome our neighbor with wide spread arms and hearts filled with love. He calls us to encourage and to witness with not just our words, but our actions. Because actions speak so much louder than words. Words can be empty and meaningless. But actions are real.
So I urge everyone who has little boxes with labels, stop trying to shove me and every other Christian into your little box. Because you’re idea of what a Christian is, isn’t real. It also isn’t fair to expect us to live up to your ridiculously false expectations. I will do me, and I will expect you to do you.