Description of a Christian
When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not shouting I'm clean living. I'm whispering, I was lost, but now I'm found and forgiven.
When I say..."I am a Christian" I don't speak of this with pride. I'm confessing that I stumble and need CHRIST to be my guide.
When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not trying to be strong. I'm professing that I'm weak and need HIS strength to carry on.
When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not bragging of success. I'm admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess.
When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not claiming to be perfect, My flaws are far too visible but, but God believes I am worth it.
When I say... "I am a Christian" I still feel the sting of pain. I have my share of heartaches and I call upon His name!
When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not holier than thou. I'm just a simple sinner who received God's good grace, somehow.
posted by Jen @ 11:36 PM
7 Comments:
Love it, Jen!
And I love YOU, too! :)
Jesus said:
"For I have come down from heaven, not to do My own will, but the will of Him who sent Me.
This is the will of Him who sent Me, that of all that He has given Me I lose nothing, but raise it up on the last day.
For this is the will of My Father, that everyone who beholds the Son and believes in Him will have eternal life, and I Myself will raise him up on the last day."
John 6:38-40 (New American Standard Bible)
Praying for you, Jen.
Great reminder! How often we forget that. May we proclaim we are a Christian with that attitude.
Doug
Jen, me personally, I gotta scream, I was lost, now I'm found; I've gotta scream I live not for myself but for Christ and Christ alone; I gotta scream, Christ is the only thing worth living for. And as for pride, I have to scream, all my shame was on public display, right there on the Cross. I have to cry out, I'm no longer the one living, Christ lives within me. Finally I have admitt that I do not know how to love...
Jen, as I said, you Rock! ;)
Hey dork face (My sister and I used to call each other that)
Enjoyed the poem. You can use my Christian cuss word all you want.
Hmmmmmmm...... I used to call my sister FUR FUR! Ain't that right JEN!
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