And we’re back! Today, I’m participating in a synchro-blog hosted by Ally Spotts, called “Confessions of a Christian Twenty-Something.” There’s several other participating bloggers, so when you’re done here, check out who else is writing and maybe discover some other cool bloggers.
The idea of participating in this little blog schindig sounded cool, so I signed up.
Then I had to think of a “confession” to make.
Crap. That’s hard. Can’t think of anything off the top of my head. Things are fairly awesome right now, actually
Does that make me sound like a prideful jerk to say that I don’t have anything to confess? Maybe I could confess my pride…no, that’s lame.
Maybe I could sneak a peek at what the other bloggers are confessing, just to get the guilty creative juices flowing. Kind of like being a prayer group voyeur. Nothing wrong with that, right?
Let’s see…insecurity…guilt…doesn’t go to church…doesn’t pray…
Well, none of those really apply to me. Dang it.
But that really is the story of my life. When prompted for a prayer request, I rarely have big problems that people want to pray about. I don’t have a confession of guilt I feel compelled to make in public. Some people have constant prayer requests, don’t they? I imagine God spends a lot more time on them. After all, the squeaky wheel gets the oil.
That’s when it hit me…I’m a really boring Christian.
Boring by Nature
I guess I’ve been this way my entire life. When I was a kid, I wasn’t a class clown or an entertainer. I guess I was a smart kid, but that’s something no one really cares about. No one says, “Remember that brainiac kid in fourth grade? He was awesome!”
When I was a teenaged preacher’s kid, I went right down the middle of the road. I didn’t become some crazed proselyte, trying to convert my entire school. But I also didn’t go off the deep end and embarrass my parents by getting drunk on three buck chuck and wrecking their car. Either one of those extremes were what people seemed to expect. So I was always pleased when I could get to know someone for a while before they realized I was a Christian or my Dad was a pastor.
And as an adult, I don’t think I’m particularly boring to be around. I think I’m a fun guy. But I’m not one of those guys whose whole life just inspires the crap out of everyone I meet.
This One Time…
I like my life the way it is. But it kind of bugs me…
It bugs me that while I tried to be good as a kid, the bad kids have the best stories and personal anecdotes that everyone wants to hear. Well excuse me for never going on a three day bender and getting caught stealing road signs in the nude so I could give you a touching personal story about how Jesus met me in county jail. With a story like that, I could really build a career as a motivational speaker and spiritual guru.
Guess what, fellow boring Christians and good kids: we didn’t really need to try so hard to be good. It wouldn’t have been so bad if we had screwed up a few times, flunked a few classes, broken the law a couple of times.
And since the most entertaining stories are the ones of people being bad, it bugs me when Christians have to then oversell Christianity. It’s like we need Jesus to be super exciting, and life with Jesus is going to be a grand adventure, full of magic and wonder, far beyond anything my tiny brain cells can imagine. It’s like we have to make Jesus sound more exciting than all the sin we’re missing out on.
Well what if life with Jesus is going to work, taking care of the family, mowing the grass? Because that’s pretty much what my life with Jesus looks like. Life didn’t turn into a carnival inside a hot-air balloon inside a unicorn just because I got baptized.
And, yeah, it does kind of bug me that in our new thirst for “transparency,” and “authenticity,” Christians strain to be the biggest exhibitionists they can be. Whether in the blogs or in the prayer groups, to my boring little self, sometimes it feels like we’re going out of our way to expose ourselves to others, trying really hard to scrape up some dirt on ourselves, just to prove to others that we are, in fact, human…
Tell me, were you a good kid or a bad kid? Do you have a great conversion story, or are you just a boring old run of the mill Christian?