Me and I - The Gospel Truth

#ART... I remember how I grew up, always knowing the truth, having access to it, always too shy to admit it, always too timid to believe I understood it.
Christianity was always in my neighbourhood - my unlimited access to the truth but I chose God because He found me, not because He was preached to me, or because I had no choice. 

I chose God because I understood Him, because I understood Christianity - that it was a way of life, of giving relentlessly, of forgiving tirelessly, of not just being holy but of being able to understand that it is not a want and neither a need, that it is a fire that should keep burning... A truth that should always be fueled. 

I didn't need somebody always groaning down my soul that I would be condemned to a lake of fire if I sinned... I knew. Because It made sense. 

My mother never let me go scot-free whenever I erred. I broke down a lot when I went wrong, my heart on some nights would refuse to beat soundly, my brain would practically give up, my soul would feel lost when people would say things to me. 

I never knew how to hold a grudge, I only got tired of talking to people; introvert. That was before I understood the kind of God I have. 

Now, I will not sugarcoat things, I still feel that way at times but only because I am human and because only proud people claim to never be hurt - a thing God detests, pride - but then, Christianity is hope, a light that burns. 

A light that burns right?
A brother, a lonely sister had suicidal thoughts on a Sunday morning once while a wonderful service was going on. 

There is that man who had nothing to eat, the other person who had no place to sleep, the one who got tired of hearing the same thing, the family that was to be evicted from their building - I think we are, at this point, going to say they have no salvation, or their salvation is questionable. 

Yet, Everybody has their own perception... No situation is anybody's fault. We do not call a man useless because we tried to explain mathematics to him and he doesn't understand, it could be dyscalculia, I mean SOMEBODY IS BREAKING DOWN EVERY SECOND. How do I explain that if we focused less on the politics, the titles, the power, being christian, we would be getting the point? 

All we have is the order of service, fulfilment of protocols that a group of persons set in order to prevent the new civilization - Christianity from crashing because they understood the nature of man, being a political animal. 

If I am just ranting about, how many are aware of the malice, the fake smiles among "workers in the vineyard?" 

How many take their time to notice the ice-cold, cutting stare of malice and judgment that is passed around among the members? 

How many of us know why we detest the Muslims, and neighboring religions? 

There is an urgent need to win souls - and apparently make them workers who will in turn, win more souls, let the cycle continue. 

There is a need to bring people into the light of Christianity, and then... What comes next? 

How many of us remember, when we are living, that this is a way of life, not a practice, not a need?

 As a matter of digression Even amongst ourselves we murmur about pastors owning jets, forgetting distance, time, forgetting that they are celebrated people who have their lives lived for them, who have no time for themselves, who are human and break down too. Because we do this, the non-christians do too. 

Our voice of condemnation is always loudest.
When did we stop helping the outside world, when did we become blind to the ones in church who need help, and even when we remember them, it is a matter of "God used me to..." 

We forget favour in God 's eyes and seek more in the pastor's. 

We give because it is part of the "order of service," because somebody is looking, because God won't forgive that we don't. 

No apple falls far from its source tree. 

If the congregation is unwilling to give towards the completion of a church project, what kind of message is the pastor passing everytime he is seen? 

What kind of message is the project itself projecting? What is the motto-message of the church?
We have successful converted souls, we have number. Our converted souls have become "workers in the vineyard," that tells us that they have fully accepted Christianity...and inadvertently that they are now part of the system. 

You know it baffles me how we don't focus on our youths, how we are forgetting that preaching to the "mature," old, rich ones is pathetic. 

Our messages are cliché, our ethics are now "so-to-speak," our methods only tell the world that we have a name "Christian." 

We know those who listen to rap music, who sag, who wear bracelets, who have Mohawk cuts, who wear short gowns, who paint lips, who wear earrings, who don't talk to people. 

Something is wrong with all that, but beyond the right side of it all, what do we have to offer?

"Christianity has to go back to the master plan," and at a point in my life, I began to ask myself if I wanted to follow God or the celebrated, once human Jesus... 

I did that, and asked myself if I was serving the pastor, sunday school teacher or that member I don't want to mistakenly be caught by. 

Let us value what we have and beautify whatever our hands touch as long as it is the truth, not those morally upright acts we are fond of shoving down people 's throats. 

We call the Muslims violent, they call us beautiful liars, extortionists... What do we stand for? Let us be the right standard. 

Competitors have names, movers and shakers have legacies. 

Let us stop holding on to this name, and set legacies by spreading the gospel truth. 

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