The Urban Redneck Christian


Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing. I am taken back to Al Wolever's comment that perhaps the weakest of Christians are the ones chosen as clergy. Perhaps if they were not clergy they would not be living Christ like. When I was pastoring, I was astonished more than once at the piety and devotion of laymen. It is humbling to supposedly lead others who are more devout that yourself. It is even more humbling to be called on the carpet by laymen for legitimate mistakes or poor judgements that result from a lack of piety.

Here's my bottom line though. My Christianity isn't a neat, well dressed, pants pressed, hair nicely groomed, soft spoken and tender touching Christianity. My Christianity has always been big boned and mis-shapen. It has wrinkled clothing, flaws and poor workmanship. My Christianity has always been hard,messy and even a bit neanderthal. I practice a knuckle dragging Christianity. My Christianity is one of sin and forgiveness. It is one of mistakes andrepentence, and it is based solely on mercy. I hate the sin in my life, but I still sin. I especially hate the fact that sometimes I love the sin that I'm supposed to hate...I feel trapped. I can only plead as Paul for Christ to deliver me from this body of death.

I despise the cookie cutter, pressed pants, limp wristed, soft spokenChristianity. When I meet one of these androgenous Christian men, I leavefeeling like I picked up a leaky syrup bottle and I've got the soft, gooey half dry syrup all over my hands. The sappy, soft, sweet Christianity is vile and destestable to me. I may dry heave.

My questions are thus: Is it wrong for me to feel this way about an emasculated Christianity? Why do I feel like taking the average, modern, let's just sithere and love the whole friggin' world, and giving them the finger while I tell them to take a long walk off a short pier.