Why I support Being WRONG

WRONG. I'm wrong a lot. Every day, in fact, I figure something out that I have been wrong about. In my Christian journey, I've been really wrong about a lot of things. I've touched on a couple of them here, such as my belief in levels of Christianity. I believed for a lot of years that all religions were right and there was no "wrong" God, only different versions of one religion. I was wrong about that.

Here's the thing, though: I'm glad that I've been wrong. I am so glad that I have spent years utterly and totally convinced that something that is completely, totally, unquestionably wrong was true. It seems silly, but I've learned a lot from these times of wrong-ness. I've learned to open my heart and be willing to listen. I've learned how to say "I'm wrong." I've learned to accept that I don't have the answers, nor will I ever. I am content in having been wrong, and knowing that I'm probably wrong about some things now, because it pushes me. My wrong-ness pushes me to keep looking for answers, to keep talking to people, to keep delving through scripture, and to keep my eyes, ears, and heart open to messages from God. If I was always right and had all the answers, what purpose would Christ have in my life? Plus I'd be pretty darn arrogant, and I'm pretty arrogant as it is. So here's to being wrong.

Why I am not Christian in Progress

Lately, I've heard the term "Christian in Progress" thrown around a lot, particularly as applied people my age or newly born Christians. Here's why I don't like that term:

I strongly believe that people are either Christians or NOT Christians. There's no in between. There are no "levels" in Christianity. I'm really firm on this because I spent a lot of my life believing that there were levels of Christianity. That there was such a thing as "bad," "good," and "saint-like" Christians. And it's true, people show and treat their relationship with Christ differently. But that does not make them a better Christian than I am. My relationship with God is unique from everyone else's. That is the beautiful thing about being a Christian: I have a one-on-one, intimate relationship with my man God and no one else has the same relationship that I do.

Next: Every Christian should be "in progress." If you are not in progress, you are in serious trouble and really need to examine your life. Unless you are the Messiah returned, you are not perfect. I can 100% guarantee that. As such, we should constantly be examining and evaluating our lives and finding ways in which we can better serve Christ. We should never be satisfied. There should never be a point in our day in which we say, "Well, God, I've done enough. I am definitely carrying the cross around on my back and You have grown me in every way possible and I've got no more growing to do." If I ever say that, or, God forbid, believe it, I hope that He strikes me down with lighting, looks me directly in the eye and says, "You silly chit. Hush up and stop sinning!"

So no, I am not a "Christian in Progress." I am a Christian, and I am in progress, yes. But I'm not half of a Christian. I am a whole Christian wholly saved by Christ, constantly trying to serve Him and begging Him to open up my heart for more. And that is why calling certain people, or types of people, "Christians in Progress" really bugs me. So stop. (:

Over and out.

A New Blog?! For Real?!

Yep, a new blog. When I started my original blog (which I intend to keep) I knew that I was planning to keep the "Christian aspects" of my life out of most of the stories/updates that I post. I have thought about it a lot since making my blog and I still don't plan to outright discuss my relationship with Christ on that blog. That blog is intended for my family and I know that my religion makes many of them uncomfortable. So out of respect for them, I have decided that I am okay with leaving out huge, very important, chunks of my life from that blog. I'm okay with that. But here's the thing: I have things to say. They may not be important, or life changing, or even all that inspired, but they are my things and I need to let them out. I spend huge portions of my day thinking about and talking to Christ and I have been feeling a strong urge to share some of our ramblings. Why? I don't know. Am I going to sound like a crazy person? Absolutely. Is it possible that I'll start this and abruptly stop because it just doesn't work? Definitely. Nonetheless, I'd love for you to join me in my ramblings and, if you'd like, share my ramblings with other Christians and non-Christians that you think will enjoy/hate/anything else my ramblings. Because there's nothing better than Christians gettin' together and rambling for hours and hours and pages and pages long. So bear with me (:

Why "No Boys Allowed"

Well. There's a simple explanation, really. It goes something like this: for Lent, I gave up boys. Actually, I gave up Sins of the Flesh, though I am primarily focusing on lust. There's really simple reasoning behind it actually: I want God to be in charge of my life and I want God to write my love story. God placed inside of me an incredibly strong desire to fall in love and be married and have children. Although I absolutely love that part of myself, it's difficult to be single and have to deal with that part of myself. I am constantly on the prowl for a guy that I deem could be my perfect life partner. You might think no big, right? Huge big. I have a tendency to look at a guy and before even knowing his name, I imagine our entire life together: how he's going to propose to me, what we will name our future children, etc. It's a lot ridiculous actually. And that's not what I want for myself, and I'm pretty sure not what God wants for me, either, otherwise it would have worked out for myself. In being incapable of looking at guys without trying to fall in love with them, I am totally closing off a huge portion of our potential. That boy could be a potential brother in Christ. Or a potential best friend, or study buddy, or he could be absolutely nothing to me at all. And I am missing out on that by trying to morph a total and complete stranger into my perfect mate. And here's the thing. I really and truly believe that my perfect mate it out there, already, waiting for me as impatiently as I am waiting for him. But what we're both really waiting on is for God to tell us: "That's him. That's my one. That's the person that God wants me to spend my life with. That's the person that is going to constantly challenge me as a Christian, who I'm going to grow closer to Christ with, and who is going to help me build a God-centered family." No, I don't think that it's going to be a *ping* moment quite like that, but I do think that when He's ready, God is going to put that special person in my life and that we will know. Maybe not right away, in a moment of lighting insight. But we will know, because God will tell us.


For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.

So I'm trying to trust in God. I say try because it's hard. Really, really hard. I am a total and complete control freak. So the thought of sitting back and letting God totally take over any aspect, especially one that's so important to me, is really terrifying. Let it be known that I am a work in progress! 


Over and out.