Saint Harvey Dent

Christians can just tick me off sometimes. I mean literally tick me off. I worked at Old Navy for almost two and a half years. I had approximately 75 co-workers during that period of time. Out of those 75, one girl was a charismatic, but she almost always worked mornings and I worked evenings, so we rarely worked together; and one guy who I worked with for one month was a TMS seminarian. Other than that, I worked with pagans.

And when I let them know that I didn't enjoy sex jokes, or foul language, they almost 100% responded to the effect of "that's cool man; ok, I won't say that stuff around you."

But tonight, I tried calling a couple of christians I knew back in High School to act like what they professed, and they were shocked at me. Completely shocked that I would be so narrow-minded and judgemental.

We met at a Starbucks. Immediately the sex jokes and dirty stories start flying. I was taken aback, but just as quickly asked if we could keep our conversation from those particular subjects. "What's the matter, man?" "I'm just kidding around; relax, it's a beautiful summer evening... just have fun," were the replies I got.

Why is it that we profess to follow Christ, and yet we don't want to go the whole way and submit. How can we say that He is in us, and yet we don't act like it?

I asked my friend, "would you say some of this stuff in front of your mother?" "maybe," was the reply. I then asked, "would you say it in front of Jesus?" "No, probably not," was the next answer. I then said, "well, you just did."

Guys, if we're going to take the name of Christ, let's live like it. All day long. There's no check-out time for morality. We are known by our fruits.



P.S.-- Whoever honestly knows what the title of this Blog refers to (WITHOUT cheating by looking it up on Wikipedia or Google), I will take you out to coffee (unless you're Ben Blakey, 'cuz I already told you what the title's about).