The guy never swore. He didn’t condemn others for it, but four-letter words never were a part of his vocabulary.
Even after he turned twenty-one, he didn’t drink. It made him uneasy, so the man completely avoided it.
He wasn’t necessarily boring. He went camping, hiking, fishing and sky-diving. He married a cute little blond who was equally absent of any remotely bad behavior. They lived quiet lives and never made much of a stir at all. One day, a neighbor approached him and asked, “Are you guys Christians? You never seem to cross any lines. You don’t even buy illegal fireworks for Independence Day. Everyone in this neighborhood does that! You’re so squeaky clean that there has to be some sort of religious reason, right”
The man shrugged, “This is going to sound weird. I have Astynomiaphobia. It isn’t a “diagnosable disorder”, but I’m terrified of cops. Basically, I’m scared of any authority coming down on me, so I’m good. I hate the idea of getting a ticket and wouldn’t last five minutes in jail, so why take the risk? Religious background? No. I’d probably freak out if I joined a church, I’d probably spend all my time trying please pastors and avoid hell!”
The unexpected answer to his question left the man speechless. He shook his head, took a drink off his beer, told the man to enjoy his evening, then went inside.
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The thing about Christianity is that it isn’t about avoiding being bad. Frankly, the Bible fully accepts that you and I are evil, our hearts are wicked and that without Jesus, your fat and mine would go straight to hell to burn for a long time. Circumventing immorality doesn’t make anyone good, it makes for neutral people that almost seem to be passive. But that doesn’t mean anything because once we remember to add imperfection to the human situation, we’re all bound to fail and sin in one way or another.
I like that my faith isn’t focused on not being bad. But then again, the opposite is kind of almost true, too. It isn’t entirely about my goodness, either. I think I’m good. I’ll happily admit that I’m not great. If I’m honest, I’m basically evil, but I’m capable good actions but they don’t necessarily add up to much when compared to the Goodness that has been offered to everyone.
Jesus strongly encouraged people to do good, but offered his life because we suck at that game.
He really did make it all about Him when He did it.
Isn’t that fascinating?