A lot of people judge the credibility of Christianity by the way Christians act, by the things they say.
They….people who say they love Jesus.
Christian people.
Me.
We are:
People who will talk love and acceptance but are more comfortable with judgment and self righteousness. Speak of humility but walk with prideful hearts. People who speak of promised blessings and all things good but then shrug our shoulders when life delivers pain and suffering. We will talk about building relationships, being authentic and vulnerable but show only masks, smoke and mirrors…..religion.
The American church continues to give mixed signals to people looking for Jesus. They will promise things they cannot deliver. Your best life now! Sure, I guess. It sounds good. But what happens……When people don’t succeed, when they don’t receive blessings, when there’s no “big plan” for their one and only life…then what? Will they think they’ve failed? Will they think they’re being punished? Will they walk away? Or worse yet…will they show up every Sunday and sit in the crowd but never experience true salvation. How will they learn about true salvation and Christ’s sacrifice? How will they know about the narrow door that Jesus’ talks about in Luke 13:22-35?
That was me, I was that person trying to figure out salvation and suffering and this life and how it all fit together. I came from a church background where I believed things people said, because they were people who “knew things”. I didn’t read my bible so you could have told me anything and I probably would have believed it. I believed that God wanted the best for me and I believed God needed me to show up and perform a task “for him” every Sunday. I believed in heaven and I believed in hell for “bad people”. I believed in spiritual gifts but never realized I didn’t have any. I lived in pride, selfishness, and a dark place of anxiety…….but I loved Jesus! I was constantly trying to find my “purpose” and live the “big dream” God had for my life. But I couldn’t ever figure out what that was and it seemed like He wanted to keep it that way. I wanted relationships and refused to trust anyone. I was broken and stubborn but I would have told you I was “saved”. That my salvation was all tied up. That I was going to heaven. But then I wasn’t sure anymore and anxiety started to eat me up on the inside. I felt something was wrong but it was just a vague, uneasy sort of feeling. There was something…more. So I decided taking medication to numb my emotions and stop the anxiety would fix everything and my doctor agreed.
Then life turned completely upside down. The big hole in my heart wasn’t filled up with any of that stuff or ideas or medicine. I was empty but couldn’t figure out why. I began to go through all the darkness inside of me. I had to really let Jesus in and I had to learn who Jesus was and what redemption and salvation meant, because I didn’t have a clue. I guess I’m still going through that process. Reading my bible has changed me. Gospel centered teaching has helped me along the way.
The last couple of weeks have been full of emotions. I’m coming to grips with the fact that God doesn’t need me at all. I’m learning the difference between obedience and my selfish desires. I’ve come to realize my heart is wicked and deceitful and the only hope I have is for the Holy Spirit to dwell inside me or I will always struggle and make bad decisions. Dying to self and picking up my cross are things that I seem to do daily right now. Then there’s that narrow door that Jesus speaks about in Luke. Mark Driscoll spoke on the narrow door this past Sunday and I had the opportunity tonight to hear that message and it messed me up. It messed me up because I know that was me and it scared me to think that 3 years ago I didn’t know it was me.
22 He went on his way through towns and villages, teaching and journeying
toward Jerusalem. 23 And someone said to him, “Lord, will those who are
saved be few?” And he said to them, 24 “Strive to enter through the narrow
door. For many, I tell you, will seek to enter and will not be able. 25 When
once the master of the house has risen and shut the door, and you begin to
stand outside and to knock at the door, saying, ‘Lord, open to us,’ then he
will answer you, ‘I do not know where you come from.’ 26 Then you will begin
to say, ‘We ate and drank in your presence, and you taught in our streets.’
27 But he will say, ‘I tell you, I do not know where you come from. Depart
from me, all you workers of evil!’ 28 In that place there will be weeping and
gnashing of teeth, when you see Abraham and Isaac and Jacob and all the
prophets in the kingdom of God but you yourselves cast out. 29 And people
will come from east and west, and from north and south, and recline at
table in the kingdom of God. 30 And behold, some are last who will be first,
and some are first who will be last.”
Three years ago I would have told you I had it all together, I knew what I needed to be doing. Today I’m telling you I didn’t have a clue.
Today…..I’m running through the narrow door, no hesitation, no doubt, no more searching. Whatever He asks, wherever He sends me…..I’ll go, I give it all up, lay it all down for His glory, not my own.
It’s not done, there’s more to be said I’m sure. For tonight….it’s all I have. There are no more words. There are some emotions to go through and then hopefully, sleep.






