I was recently called a bad Christian. I’m not surprised. I’m pretty sure I’m referred to as a bad Christian fairly often, in hushed tones or in thoughts over Facebook posts, or maybe even this blog.
There are lots of reasons I’m a bad Christian. I curse like a sailor. I’m a democrat. I support a woman’s right to choose. Gay folks and trans people are not going to hell. There probably isn’t a hell. There’s probably not a heaven–not like the Amerian evangelicals think. There is a “where God is.” There is a new creation. There is a kingdom. I screw up. I tell petty lies now and again. I empathize. I judge. I serve. I apologize when I need to. I try to set a good example. I love. I even try to love the people I don’t love. I try to love people I don’t even like.
Cheers to the Jesus followers and heretics. Cheers to hard choices and infuriating circumstances. Cheers to those attempting to live in the way of love and healing in spite of everything. Cheers to the bad Christians.
Oh my gosh! I love you. I effing love you. I left religion and I’m pretty sure I’m a bad Christian now too. But mercy… as much as I try to fight it, the Lord has captured my heart and even in what many would judge, He continues to show me that LOVE always wins, because He. Is. Love.
I hope you are well. I miss you!! ❤️
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