In this world, today, I am scared. Fear is a present frenemy of mine, and I can’t seem to shake it. We live in a world that is growing more and more violent. More and more intolerant. More and more separated. Those that tend to speak of unity, and “peace” seem to be the very ones that rip it apart, and hide behind the veil of rights for individualized groups.
Today, as a mother I am terrified for my kids. Because of the violence. Because of the hate. Because of the so-called tolerance, but a severe lack of it.
I am scared for myself, and my children because my faith automatically has others hate me. Even though, I’m labeled intolerant, hater, bigot, etc, etc. Which I’m none of. How far down the rabbit hole have we gone as a nation, as a society, when other beliefs have now suddenly been crucified as hate? See what I did there?
I will openly admit that I haven’t told people I was a Christian, and I have not posted certain things I believe on facebook simply because I don’t want to offend those that have other views, but what does that say about me? Am I so scared of being hated by people that don’t know me? Am I more concerned with what others may think that I’m less concerned with what Christ thinks? Often times the answer is yes. That makes me sad. Because how am I to teach my kids the love of Christ, if I myself, am scared to admit I am a Christian for FEAR? For fear of hate towards me? For fear of what exactly?
I often wonder how I can teach my kids what the Bible says, and what God says when society is opposed to it. And increasingly so as the days go by. Trying to squash out Jesus as best they can. Especially in this state I call home, and from one I plan on moving from soon. California is trying to pass SB 1146. It saddens me. Does it awaken me? Does it make me realize that as Christians our time for persecution is fast approaching? That in America we have it cushy still; while others around the world suffer beheadings, torture, rape, and murder simply because they profess that Christ is their Savior. If people would begin to realize that when laws are proposed and passed, that our rights, our FREEDOMS, are being squashed, simply because we believe in Christ – it’s a scary thing. Not just for Christians, but for everyone. When the law suffocates the people, we are all suffering. Regardless of what you believe.
So I’ll say this……….
I Am A Christian
I am broken and imperfect. My mouth is my biggest downfall, but can also be my biggest asset if I use it in a purposeful way. I do not hate anyone. I don’t have to agree with you. I don’t have to believe what you believe, but I do not hate you. The direction our culture is going ties me up in knots all the time. I see segregation and separation and it breaks my heart.
I look at the faces of my innocent son and daughter and I weep at night. I’m scared for their futures. I’m scared for their NOW!
I am a Christian. I want to strive to be more Christ-like. I want to be a better Christian. I need to be a better Christian. I believe in the Word of God. I believe that Christ died for my sins. So I’m stepping out, trying, believing, crying, praying, and not taking advantage of my current freedoms.
I’m not sure where I’m going with this. I needed to get these words out. There are so many more where that came from, but this would end up being a book that no one wants to read.
Basically, I want to strive to be a better Christian in a world or country that says it’s tolerant, but lack tolerance for those that don’t believe as they do. I want my kids to grow up, and know God’s love, love and respect others, but be strong in God’s Word. That starts with me, and I have a lot of catching up to do.