I am a Christian. It’s who I am.
If you didn’t know that about me, it either explains things for you or you have now labeled me and begun to ask questions in your mind like:
“why does he drink beer?”
“but..he lied to me?”
“he doesn’t seem to care”
I can feel the judgement.
It’s ok. I know Christianity gets a bad rap at times. It’s a human problem and not a God problem.
I’m a human, so I have problems. Yet, I have peace.
For the longest time, I’ve been afraid to put my faith out there. Not in an overbearing way like this dude
…but just naturally speaking about what I believe and being true to who I am.
It begs questions for which I don’t have all the answers.
I have my own questions. Baggage. Messes. Yet, I have peace.
I get up early every morning (5 am) and one of the first things I do is read the Bible. I read Acts 9 this morning. The story of Saul’s conversion. If you don’t know who Saul is, he is the fella who set out to get rid of all the Jesus followers. Nice guy really. God used a man named Ananias in Saul’s life as a part of his turning point and decision to believe in Jesus. It struck me that God could want me to be somebody’s Ananias. He can’t do that through me if I’m not true to who I am to others. So, here I am. Exposed, willing to be of service to God if and when he calls.
This is me getting baptized a few years ago. It sounds a little rehearsed, but the words are mine.
I really do have a southern accent (I’m proud of that).
If you read this and have questions for me, ask them. If I don’t have answers, I can find someone who does.