“You hypocrite!”
I've been called a hypocrite to my face a few times in my life. Ironically enough, each time its been said to my face it was untrue (even though I have been a hypocrite many times). It's not a good feeling. Especially later when you realize you should have just been a better person and been honest with yourself and others.
As a Christian though, why do I constantly have to be better than everyone else? (Everyone else meaning non-Christians and Christians alike.) For some reason I feel as though I have to show the most love, be the most compassionate, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. Sometimes I just want to show that I am broken, beaten, and sinful. I get mad when someone cuts me off on the highway. People make me sad when they satirize or ridicule me. I don’t like it when people feel the need to put on a mask1 in front of me. I mean, come on - I am just a broken human being sometimes.
Life just stinks sometimes. Sometimes people don't like me. Sometimes I don't like people. Things like forgiveness, grace, mercy are thrown out the window and things such as pride, greed, and apathy bridle me.
Fortunately, I live in a community where bread is broken and wine is shared. It is a life of faith, hope, and most of all love. It is an incredible community that is broken, beaten, and most all striving to love neighbor and God.
I've been called a hypocrite to my face a few times in my life. Ironically enough, each time its been said to my face it was untrue (even though I have been a hypocrite many times). It's not a good feeling. Especially later when you realize you should have just been a better person and been honest with yourself and others.
As a Christian though, why do I constantly have to be better than everyone else? (Everyone else meaning non-Christians and Christians alike.) For some reason I feel as though I have to show the most love, be the most compassionate, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. Sometimes I just want to show that I am broken, beaten, and sinful. I get mad when someone cuts me off on the highway. People make me sad when they satirize or ridicule me. I don’t like it when people feel the need to put on a mask1 in front of me. I mean, come on - I am just a broken human being sometimes.
Life just stinks sometimes. Sometimes people don't like me. Sometimes I don't like people. Things like forgiveness, grace, mercy are thrown out the window and things such as pride, greed, and apathy bridle me.
Fortunately, I live in a community where bread is broken and wine is shared. It is a life of faith, hope, and most of all love. It is an incredible community that is broken, beaten, and most all striving to love neighbor and God.
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