Sometimes I do good deeds. Sometimes I don’t. Sometimes God nudges me and I don’t pay attention. Sometimes I listen to Satan’s voice, instead of God’s.
Being a Christian doesn’t just mean believing in God the Father, God the Son, and God, the Holy Ghost or believing that God gave his Son to die for our sins. It’s not just accepting Jesus as my Savior. Yes, it is part of who I am, and it is the beginning of being a Christian, and it is the foundation my faith is built upon.
I am a sinner. It isn’t the things I don’t do or the things I do that make me a Christian. And being a Christian doesn’t mean I’m not a sinner any longer. If I do good deeds to make me a better person, then it’s all about me. When I pray if I ask God to forgive me over and over again, then it is all about me. Yes, I do need to ask for forgiveness but my prayers shouldn’t all be about me! Does that make sense?
I’ve been thinking a lot today about the posts I put on Facebook. I try to be positive and inspiring to others. However, sometimes I can get a little preachy and I’m afraid it might come across as if I’m this perfect Christian. I’m not. I don’t want to be the kind of Christian who people turn away from because they think I think I’m better than them. Christians don’t know any more than non Christians do, and sometimes even less! Sometimes church members have a higher opinion of themselves than they should. If we fall into this trap, then we become the kind of people who chase away the very hearts and souls we need to fill the pews on Sunday morning!
Paul taught us that without love, we are nothing. All the good deeds in the world are meaningless without love. We need to look deeply within ourselves to see what breaks our hearts. For where our heart resides, there also is what drives us.
If we expect others to behave according to what we feel is right, then we are passing judgement and saying we are better, we know better. Wow. I think it’s time for us to get down off our self-made pedestals and take a look at our motives. The proverbial we and us, includes me.
My heart breaks when I see abuse or neglect of any kind. I shed tears when I see the devastation left behind in the wake of storms, fires, and terrorism. I cry when I see abandoned animals in subzero weather with ice crystals on their fur. I cry when I see people huddled under bridges and in wooded areas seeking warmth and protection. I cry when I know my family is suffering. I cry when I see a newborn baby or a hungry child.
Crying is not enough. I can pray for them. Prayer is powerful if we pray in the Name of Jesus. If our hearts are in the right place. I’m not a wealthy woman, but I try and reach out and help when I can. Not for me. Not to have God see my actions, but because it breaks my heart. I do love and I do care. And without love, I am nothing. My deeds are nothing. And my prayers are nothing.
So I ask you today to join me in looking at yourself with a magnifying glass. What breaks your heart?
I Corinthians 13:2-3 “If I had the gift of prophecy, and if I understood all of God’s secret plans and possessed all knowledge, and if I had such faith that I could move mountains, but didn’t love others, I would be nothing. If I gave everything I have to the poor and even sacrificed my body, I could boast about it; but if I didn’t love others, I would have gained nothing.”