Am I a Christian?
No.
(let the comments fly)
I’m not a Christian, and I’ve been waiting for a long time to say this publicly.
I hesitate to admit it, because I know that by doing so I’m confusing a number of people who would define the word as something that I in fact am. But these people are slowly becoming the minority as our language and our culture evolves.
Don’t believe me? Go to the mall. Ask 40 people that you don’t know what a christian is. I’d bet my 3rd oldest jacket that you’ll get at least 15 different answers. And, 10 of those answers are things that you would never want to be described as no matter what you believe.
My friend Jon spends a lot of time in the middle east making friends with Muslims. I learned from him that saying you are a christian over there is no different than saying you are a murderer.
So, who gets to decide what it means to be a christian? I used to think I did, but as I mature I realize that culture defines language. What I mean to say doesn’t matter near as much as the meaning of what I say.
Don’t believe me? Go to the mall. Find the 10 happiest people you can find. Then, as sincerely as you can tell them one by one that they are the gayest people you’ve seen all day. Make sure that you really really mean “happy” when you say it. I think you’ll find that your definition of the word doesn’t matter nearly as much as theirs.
I don’t get to decide what it means to be a “Christain”, and neither does the Bible. Then again, I don’t claim to be an expert on the Bible. I just know I haven’t found the word in there yet. **
So, what does it really mean to be a Christian? I guess I don’t know. It probably depends on where you live and who you ask. I say it doesn’t matter what it means unless you claim to be one.
** Okay, it’s there. I knew someone would find it. But, my point remains. A new group of Jesus followers in that day could call themselves whatever they want. The word was pure and there was no TBN.






03/27/2010
Seriously, Uncategorized