I had the strangest urge today. I had met with God - sought Him out and pursued His presence until I was sure He was with me. What a relief it was that He had come to my heart again!
Then a friend came to visit, and after he left, I suddenly felt a strange urge to vomit. I wanted to vomit up everything I knew and had experienced of modern Christianity. It was a strange sensation, and I ran upstairs to my room and laid in bed. I was cold inside. What was this? I was at the epitome of modern Christianity - full of books and music, Christian radio and teachings. Heck - I was going to be a missionary! I was going to give my life away serving God! But suddenly I wanted to throw it all out. To be free of all of it. Either I had ingested too much of a good thing, or I finally felt the effects of the poison. I wanted out. I wanted nothing to do with Modern Christianity. I felt so burdened, twisted, used and confused by it all. I wanted to walk away.
Walk away from
the Christian books,
the Christian music,
the Christian talk-shows,
the Christian radio stations,
the Christian TV channels,
the Christian political view point,
the Christian preaching,
the Christian teaching,
the Christian doctrines,
the Christian theologies,
the Christian philosophies,
the Christian liturgies,
the Christian traditions,
the Christian incense and candles and robes and wafers and wine and holy water,
the Christian Left and the Christian Right and the Christian Center,
the Christian arguments and controversies and debates and hot-topics,
the Christian factions and sects and diocese and denominations (over 9000 and counting!),
the Christian pleasantries (God bless you too!)
the Christian advice columns,
the Christian websites,
the Christian magazines,
the Christian missionaries,
the Christian organizations,
the Christian movies,
the Christian science,
the Christian contemporary music and the music videos and the CD labels and the artists and the songs and the verse and the chorus and the bridge and the chords and the lyrics,
the Christian homeschooling,
the Christian conferences,
the Christian bumper stickers,
the Christian fears and prejudices,
the Christian set of hatreds (collect all seven!),
the Christian t-shirts,
the Christian retreats,
the Christian emotionalism,
the Christian rock bands,
the Christian friends,
the Christian girls,
the Christian famous people,
the Christian megastars,
the Christian moneymakers,
the Christian charities,
the Christian crusades,
the Christian preachers and pastors and ministers and priests and bishops and popes and laymen and elders and archbishops and vicars and pontiffs and various other holy men,
the Christian Zionism.
the Christian revivals,
the Christian jargon,
the Christian board meetings and councils and leadership sessions,
the Christian boycotts,
the Christian seminaries,
the Christian colleges and universities and degrees,
the Christian cliques and clubs and inner-circles and families and cults and communes,
the Christian seminars,
the Christian crosses and bracelets and necklaces and rings and chastity belts,
the Christian modern-day prophets and motivational speakers and megachurch preachers,
the Christian culture,
the Christian Sunday morning.
the Christian Bible studies,
the Christian college ministries,
the Christian youth groups,
the Christian prayer meetings,
and the church and church worship and church services and church buildings and church preachers and church membership rolls and church bulletins and church announcements and church pews and church clothes and church sermons and church lunches and church choirs and church communions and church ladies and church bells and church organs and church steeples and stained glass windows.
Over. Done. Gone. Clean. Free.
What's left?
Me.
(& God)