Normal has been a big word in our house these last few weeks. Our oldest has cried out more than once that “he just wants to live in a normal christian family.” He then goes on to explain to us how he can be a “good christian” and not live in our neighborhood.
I am afraid that we have missed the point. We have defined our “christianity” by a set of rules. Christians don’t do this . . . drink, cuss, or ______(you fill in your top three). They do go to church on Sunday. As long as we don’t do certain things and regularly attend church. We are all good. A normal christian.
What does Jesus call us to do? It is not normal. Love your neighbor. Love your enemies. Do good to those who hurt you. Turn the other cheek. Forgive. Forgive again and again. Give more than required. Feed the hungry. Clothe the naked. Shelter the homeless. Comfort those in distress. Go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them.
These aren’t a list of rules – this is a way of life. A different way of doing things.
We are called to be different. To be a light in the dark.
This is a fight. A war against the normal way of doing things. A constant struggle that I engage in daily. A battle within to lay aside earthly treasures for heavenly gain.