The other day, while listening to a Christian Radio station, I heard something that just about caused an aneurism.
Ok. Not really.
Since when did we all get so stupid?
The lovely dj was admonishing Christians that it was their “job”, nay, verily¸ it was God’s Plan For Their Lives to go out and….
Are you ready?
The Great Comission, ca. 2010 is to go out and… Make A Difference.
If the room smells like vanilla and I smell of cat urine and pot I will make a difference in the odor of that room.
Really. What kind of difference? Oh.. That really doesn’t matter. Just make one.
Steal $40 instead of $400?
That’s a difference.
Only have one affair, one joint or only try meth one time?
That’s different from being a serial philanderer, a pothead or a meth-addict.
That’s making a difference.
Maybe just 2 boxes of Twinkies instead of 3. HEY! I made a difference. Woo hoo!!
The out of control rage in a man who demoralizes his family through uncontrolled anger and violence has made a difference in their lives.
What the HECK was this person thinking?
On the flip side, according to “The More You Know” ad campaign, turning off a light switch, the water faucet and using low wattage light bulbs are all we really need to make that difference.
You, angel, can make a difference.
As a person who reads the Bible, believes it and tries to live by the guidelines shown inside, was God really that vague about what we are supposed to do?
I’m sure that among the final words of Jesus, it was “Go out and recycle! Smile a lot! Make people around you feel good. Make a difference.”
And if you don’t know what that means? You’ve joined my bandwagon.
The fact is, Jesus wasn’t that vague about it. We aren’t supposed to out and make people feel good.
Although realizing that you are loved and cared for does create a warm fuzzy or two, it’s not the purpose. It’s the result of being saved from sin and delivered from death into life.
To loosely quote Penn Gillette, “If you believe in heaven and hell and don’t think it’s worth telling someone about it? How much do you have to hate them?”
Today I was reading the story of the Apostle Paul with my sons and it occurred to me how completely politically incorrect Paul was.
He had this amazing experience. A visitation from God. Bright lights, blindness, healing and visions. The whole she-bang.
And when he was healed, what did he do?
Well, if it had been 2010 he would have tried to facilitate a discussion between the synagogue and the group of believers in Damascus. Blessed are the peacemakers and all that, you know, buttercup.
He would have tried to find the common ground and perhaps orchestrated a coffee meeting and a shaking of hands. There ought to be a way to honor their personal customs while maintaining his desire to explore this new found faith and definition to his paradigm. He would pursue this new and encompassing belief system publicly if it didn’t interfere or impede the expression of someone else or cause them to question their religious affiliation or personal belief system.
But, thankfully, it wasn’t 2010 and Paul jumped up, ran to the local synagogue and informed them all that Jesus was the son of God.
Which of course caused many of them to hate him but perhaps, just maybe, one or two stopped and thought and evaluated and questioned and found a hope that they had no idea existed.
In that case? Paul did, indeed, make a difference.
He took a risk. He spoke the truth. He caused a ruckus. He made a statement. And THAT is the real difference.
I know it’s scary and hard and rough and people won’t like it and they’ll call you bad names and maybe key your Kia in the parking lot.
Peter died on a cross upside down. Paul was beheaded. Steven was stoned. Andrew was also crucified.
Get over yourself, dainty flower, delicate Christian.
Now THAT would make a difference worth seeing.