I was reading a post on Substack today by a progressive Christian. Some of the points she hits on are accurate. She’s smart, sassy, full of piss and vinegar.
And she reminds me of who I was as an atheist.
I’m not a legalistic person. But I certainly have a hard time putting the f-word and “Jesus” in the same sentence on this side of salvation.
I don’t know. I think of the lenses we view Scripture through, and although I wholeheartedly embrace a softer, kinder approach that chafes against the fire and brimstone thinking of a lot of churches, I’m also no fan of getting rid of the s-word: “sin.”
And you know who wasn’t either? Jesus.
I think we tend to forget what we want to forget. We like to play on the “how we feel” a little more than the truth.
The truth doesn’t care how we feel. It just is.
And I’m grateful there’s an entire book of that truth. I wonder sometimes how so many of us can read it and come to so many different conclusions. But what I have to remember is that not all of us are fully surrendered to Christ, and there are some days when I want to veer away from that sense of surrender myself.
What I have to remember is that this truth is not about us at all. It’s about Him.
So then what good is it to dirty our language and rewrite a Christ that high fives our cute and playful antics?
Aren’t we sick of ourselves yet?
Yes, He loves us. And no, there’s no condemnation in Christ. But there’s a fine line between being truly with Jesus and walking just left of Him, lest we lose the large crowd whose following our word and not His.
Sign up for Ericka’s weekly newsletter here.