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The term "good Christian" is floating through my mind
today. I've been called that a few times and have even used it
myself to describe someone I respected. My thoughts immediately
search for its opposite. Logically, if there is a good Christian,
then there must be such a thing as a "bad Christian." The more
that expression is repeated in my mind, the more ridiculous they
both seem--good Christian and bad Christian. Kind of like a "born
again Christian" as opposed to a "not born again Christian."
Good. Jesus once asked a rich young man, "Why do you call
me good?" Tough question. Why would anyone call me good either?
I often fail as a citizen of the world. People still starve
and suffer in their poverty while I live in relative comfort
every day of the year. I often fail as a father, holding my
children to a standard that I cannot match. I fail as a teacher,
not using every gift I've been entrusted with. I often fail--period.
Good? Are you
It is the strangest paradox, yea a mystery to realize that
I can be a Christian at all. Because to be a Christian means
the actual spirit of Christ resides in me, an imperfect vessel,
a jar of clay as Paul reminded the Corinthians. Accepting Christ
means accepting this mystery, this grand opportunity, this
overwhelming stroke of good luck. Jesus loves me even though
I'm not good, and He will live in me even though I'm a jar
of clay.
I hope no one calls me a "good" Christian any time soon.
I don't feel like one and, in fact, I'm not one. I do want
to be known as a Christian though. I want the name of Christ
stamped all over me like a UPS Christmas package. Not because
I need to show off my grand religious character, but because
I want to be handled with the care that a fragile package of
clay needs to stay in one piece.
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