It’s a conundrum.
Some people would define us as christian. Yet we don’t go to “church”.
Some people would define us as backsliders. Because we don’t go to “church”.
But really, we just love Jesus. And we reckon He’s the One, the God-man who shows us what God is like. I mean, let’s face it. From the historical records it seems that pretty much everyone reckoned He was a top bloke. Other than the religious leaders. And the pollies. And that’s hardly surprising. He loved everyone. Even the religious leaders & the pollies. And the prostitutes. And the fishermen. And the doctors. Pretty much everyone, really. He forgave everyone. Even the ones who were killing him unjustly. He spoke the truth. He spoke in love. He knew what it was like to suffer. Yet He didn’t get all bitter and twisted. He didn’t lord it over the guys that hung out with Him. In fact, He was more likely to be seen washing their dirty stinking feet. When people got needlessly agro, He told them to take a chill pill. When they were loafing around, He gave them a kick up the pants (nicely, of course). He treated women like they deserve to be treated, even though the majority of other folk who lived in that day and age thought that women were anything but worthy of such treatment. He basically surprised everyone. He was wild, dangerous and totally loving. I reckon that’s pretty cool, and that’s just the kind of bloke I want to hang out with. And I reckon if God’s anything like that, then He’s pretty cool too.
It’s just a pity most people who use His name as an adjective don’t do a really good job of emulating His character traits.
I’m one of them. Definitely not perfect. But delighted to be able to sit at the spiritual feet of this Man-God and learn a bit more about being like Him.
And I’m glad there are some other folk in my world who are into the same stuff, and we get to walk this road together. You won’t find us sitting next to each other in a church pew. But you might find us down at the local club on a Sunday afternoon, making woodfired pizzas & chatting while the kids run amuck in the community garden. Or you might find us chilling out sipping on a lovely latte at our community cafe, amongst the masses of people in our little village who seem to like hanging out with us too. You might find us sitting at each other’s kitchen tables, cuppa in hand, chatting and (hopefully) praying together. This is the stuff of life. The intersection of the spiritual and the natural.