This past Sunday I missed the service at my own church filling in at another local church for the organist that was out of town. The pastor’s sermon really spoke to me and reminded me of a song I heard years ago.
Since that time I have seen one line from that song on church’s signs, in church bulletins and even on Pinterest.
If you were arrested for being a Christian, would there be enough evidence to convict you?
The pastor spoke about the need to be more than a “churchy Christian.”
He shared the story where Jesus had fed a multiple on a few fish and bread. He was drawing large crowds and the people were ready to make him their leader. If a poll had been taken then his popularity rating would have been high. Now was the time to begin setting himself up as a great rabbi.
But Jesus did something that in the natural really seems illogical. He began talking about his body and blood being the source of eternal life. (I will not try to get into any theological discussion about the meaning of all this.) The point is – what he did was unreasonable to the natural mind. If you were wanting to increase your following, this was not the way to do it.
At that point many of his followers turned away. Jesus even questioned his twelve closest followers if they too would leave him.
The pastor then pointed out that truly being a follower of Jesus Christ may often require us to do things that seem unreasonable, things that go against all that our culture tell us is the right thing to do.
Is it really reasonable to love your enemies? To pray for those persecuting you? Is it really reasonable to put others before yourself?
He then asked the congregation if we are more than “churchy Christians.” People who go to church, support the church with our finances, even do “good” deeds to others. But when it comes to being passionate about our faith, when our commitment to God calls us to do the unreasonable, where do we stand?
Got me thinking today.
If I were arrested for being a Christian and my neighbors, family, friends were called as witnesses, what would they say about me?