As Christians, sharing our beliefs and faith with others is something we’re not asked to do, but something we’re required to do by Christ himself. We do this hoping others will embrace him and have a life beyond the one we know. We do it so they will learn who Jesus is, what he stands for, and to give them hope unmatched by anything here on Earth.
But sharing our faith is not something to be taken lightly. It bears a responsibility that should be handled with care. Yet, there is a group of Christians who aren't being careful and it’s damaging the reputation of God and his church. I call them “Irresponsible Christians”, and today's post is for them.
I know what an Irresponsible Christian is because I have been one. I remember times when I was quick to judge and condemn those who chose not to believe as I do.
I always thought it would be fun to be an actor. In grade school, my best friend and I used to talk about moving out to Hollywood to star in the next big motion picture or television series. As we got older, I moved on to other things, but my friend was a man of his word. He’s still a resident of Hollywood, California to this day (and there’s a chance you’ve even seen him on TV).
Being an actor, like being a kid, means you get to be someone (or something) you aren’t. The best actors in Hollywood are masters at convincing you that they really are the characters you see on the big screen. In fact, some actors are so good at what they do that it’s disappointing to learn about who they are in real life.
It turns out that I may have been a better actor that I once thought. But my performances weren’t in theaters or movie studios. Mine took place in every day life. I confess I’m guilty of changing who I was so other people would see me differently, and apparently, did so quite well. As I’ve gotten older and started to care less about what other people think, I look back on what happened and why I wanted to kill the real me.
It began many years ago.
I used to think when God wanted me to do something, I couldn’t be stopped. I believed he would open doors, connect me with the right people, and pave the way for my success.
But I also believed I didn’t stand a chance if God and I weren’t on the same page. Regardless of what I did, that square peg wasn’t going through that round hole.
For that reason, I’ve always tried to be sure I was on the path God wanted me to be on. But too often, I faced more failure than success. And when things didn't go so well, I responded by:
1. Getting angry with God.
2. Doing things my way until he decided to show up and fix the mess I had made.
That was like throwing gas on the proverbial fire. I kept doing everything my way only to watch it fall apart over and over.
You don’t have to be very old to know that the difference between having a good day or a bad one can shift as quickly as a Formula One race car. It’s possible to wake up feeling like this is the day you take over the world and go to bed still cursing because your boss threw you under the bus when he was confronted by an angry customer. Apparently, he wasn’t aware that you’re next in line for world domination.
I have been guilty of riding the wave of emotion like that big kid who brags about how tough he is one minute, then screams in terror after ten seconds on the rollercoaster. And when the ride is over, it always leaves me feeling like I need a bath.