Confession: Sometimes I hate Christianity. Wait! Don’t freak out on me. I am not talking about Jesus. Let me explain myself . . .
I hate cliches. Christianity is full of them.
I hate it when people have cute, pat little answers for real questions.
I hate it when people say a phrase that’s been uttered a million times before and act like it’s a revelation, or something really exciting and special.
I hate it when people think that every question has an answer.
I hate it when people think that questions can only have one answer.
I hate it when people refuse to see both sides of an issue.
I hate it when people are legalistic about things that don’t matter much. Like how you dress. Or what you eat. Or what style of music is best. Or which books and movies are okay.
I hate the fact that there are one million opinions for every one Bible verse.
I hate it when Christians try to use God to bully others.
I hate the fact that Christians persecute each other.
I hate it when Christian words and actions are more hurtful than anyone else’s.
I hate it when people give me rules and formulas for having a relationship with God.
I hate it when people tell me how to worship.
I hate it when Christians think they are experts on Science, just because they’ve read Genesis One.
I hate it when people say one thing and do another.
I hate hypocrites.
I hate it when Christians apply their code of conduct to people who aren’t Christians.
I hate the way Christians sit on their butts and do nothing.
I hate it when Christians are hateful.
I hate it when people think that non-Christians are stupid or unintelligent.
I hate it when appearances matter more than attitudes and motives.
I feel immature and stupid, because . . . come on, what Christian hates Christianity? I say I hate hypocrites. But isn’t that the ultimate statement of hypocrisy? Doesn’t that make me a big fat hypocrite? I say I hate it when people tell me how to have a relationship with God. But why do I hate it when people tell me to read my Bible? Maybe I just don’t wanna do it. I say I hate cliches. Um “Jesus loves me” is a cliche. It’s pretty pathetic that I feel cynical when someone says that Jesus turned their life around. Isn’t that the point of Christianity?
I don’t know what I think Christianity is. I don’t even know what I think it should be. Sometimes I wish that Christianity didn’t involve so many words. So many speeches, sermons, soap-boxes and cliches. I wish it was just about love. I wish the only thing people strived for was to love God and love each other. Loving each other causes enough complications! (Not kidding.)
I love Jesus. (Yes, I just uttered a cliche). I love people. I even love Christians. ;) Sometimes they’re the hardest ones to love. I just wrote a blog post that used the word “hate” more than twenty-five times. But that’s not what I want. I want to love. I want to strive to love. I don’t want my relationship with God to be based on any of the things mentioned in the hate list above. I don’t even want it to be based on hating those things. I just want to love.
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