Spare Tire Christians
I think I might be a spare tire Christian. Here is what I mean.
I love food. Eating out in nice restaurants is my favorite thing to do, my passion if you will. If have seen my butt lately, you know what I mean. :) When I have plans to eat out, I think all day about where I am going to go, what I am going to wear, and what I am going to order. I get consumed with the excitement of my favorite pastime. Food is a driving force in my life and my faith has never been anything like that to me. It has been more like a spare tire than a steering wheel.
My parents raised my family in a church ever since I can remember. I know all about the story about how Christ died on the cross and us from ourselves, blah, blah, blah. Until a few weeks ago, that story had as much impact on me as an inspiring late night TV show. I never really made God an active part of my life and therefore the significance of that story never really hit me. When you really think about it, it can almost be too much. Would you send your child to die a horrible death for me?
When the reality of what was done for you sets in, that is where the passion for God (just like my passion for food) begins to bloom. I know that I always rolled my eyes at those crazy Christians get giddy at the thought of church or studying the Bible. What weirdos. Or are they?
If we look at the grand scheme of life in the perspective of everything that God does for us, than does anything else but spending the rest of your life thanking him really matter? All of the raises, new cars, great friends, family and food (for me) are so stupid in the light of the creator of the universe caring about me as a person. Does your faith matter to you like that? If not, what really is more important? After coming to this realization myself, all I think about is how can I possibly go back to living my life the way I did before? I can’t.
I love food. Eating out in nice restaurants is my favorite thing to do, my passion if you will. If have seen my butt lately, you know what I mean. :) When I have plans to eat out, I think all day about where I am going to go, what I am going to wear, and what I am going to order. I get consumed with the excitement of my favorite pastime. Food is a driving force in my life and my faith has never been anything like that to me. It has been more like a spare tire than a steering wheel.
My parents raised my family in a church ever since I can remember. I know all about the story about how Christ died on the cross and us from ourselves, blah, blah, blah. Until a few weeks ago, that story had as much impact on me as an inspiring late night TV show. I never really made God an active part of my life and therefore the significance of that story never really hit me. When you really think about it, it can almost be too much. Would you send your child to die a horrible death for me?
When the reality of what was done for you sets in, that is where the passion for God (just like my passion for food) begins to bloom. I know that I always rolled my eyes at those crazy Christians get giddy at the thought of church or studying the Bible. What weirdos. Or are they?
If we look at the grand scheme of life in the perspective of everything that God does for us, than does anything else but spending the rest of your life thanking him really matter? All of the raises, new cars, great friends, family and food (for me) are so stupid in the light of the creator of the universe caring about me as a person. Does your faith matter to you like that? If not, what really is more important? After coming to this realization myself, all I think about is how can I possibly go back to living my life the way I did before? I can’t.
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