The Who Cares Christian

The bottom line is “who cares!!’. This is what we have become, a bunch of self-centered, spoiled brats who barely have a minute to care for another human being with no strings attached. I do not understand the lack of compassion and love that the “so-called” church exhibits. We want to be relevant and identify with “sinners” but there is no real expectation of transformation. We love to speak and think about Jesus, but in reality we have no faith and are just the new gnostics looking for the latest and greatest revelation, technique or teaching. Knowledge puffs up, I’m sick of heaping it up to myself. It has no power to overcome sinful passions. I want change! I am not satisfied with the working of the gospel in my life and I am not willing to buy the mantra that I am just a sinner saved by grace. You cannot be both a sinner and saved, you either were a sinner and have been saved by grace or you are a sinner not yet saved. Yet still another teaching, who cares. We seem to think that there is no obligation to be transformed into the image of Christ while still in this body. We are called to walk as Jesus walked (before His resurrection) and He had the same flesh, the same temptations and the same Holy Spirit as we do. There is far more available to us now than we are willing to believe. We have not even settled for crumbs at the master’s table, no we are feasting in the wrong house and have been put to sleep by the empty foods of western culture. In the last days the love of many will grow cold, many means many and I am leaning toward most. Even the most dedicated Christian seems no different than the world in anything other than word. We have all sorts of ministries and churches who are fervently pursuing converts that will diligently follow their particular flavor of the gospel and yet no one actually expects transformation. I want transformation and I want to live and work alongside believers who hold transformation soberly and with the intent of hearing God and obeying Him. I am simply not satisfied with hearing or preaching messages, praying and getting “revelation’ and then no change in me or anyone else. I don’t care if I preach another “good message” if your life is not transformed by the power of God it was uneffective no matter how many compliments are handed out. If you really needed to hear it then you really need to live it.

The Womb of the World

For we brought nothing into [this] world, [and it is] certain we can carry nothing out. - 1Ti 6:7 NKJV

I was born naked, ignorant and helpless. There was nothing that I brought with me from the womb into the world. Now I am called to be born again. This second transition will also forbid me from bringing anything that I possess in this womb into the Kingdom of God.

When in our mothers womb we had no reference point or knowledge of what was to come. There was not even any light. Our only contact with the coming life was through the actions of our mother; we could taste what she tasted, smell what she smelled, we could feel her touch and movement, we could hear the sounds she heard, and even see up to 10% of the light she saw. But we had no direct contact with the outside world. Hearing is the closest a fetus can come to perceiving life outside the womb. Isn’t it interesting that hearing is the primary way we are to receive from God? Although we are able to interact with other senses (taste and see that the Lord is good, see the goodness of God) hearing is the chief way to receive.

Jesus told Nicodemus that if he could not understand earthly things, how would he be able to understand heavenly things. We need to grow familiar with God’s voice before we can understand God’s ways.

I long to enter my true home, to put off this current tent and enter into the fullness of life. Right now though I am permitted to experience great things. I only need to remember that my nutrition and health comes from what God puts into His body and not what I put into my own. There is no take-out food in the womb, we can only receive what is put before us with thanksgiving.