Maintaining Christianity in a “Post-Christian”

This blog posting has some of the most useful Christian advice I have ever seen. As our society drifts further and further away from the good values we used to have, it becomes more important to keep hold of the values closest to us. We may not be able to affect society as a whole, but we can affect our family and how we react to the outside world. There are several items on the list that I plan to institute in my own family. I’d love to institute the No Meat on Friday ruling, but it would be a nightmare with my son. If anyone has any recipes that disguise fish as someone else, I would love to get a hold of it. 🙂

Vox Nova

Two young fish, so the story goes, are swimming casually along, talking about whatever it is that young fish talk about.  Presently, they look up and notice an elderly fish approaching.  He has a mysterious twinkle in his eye as he passes them, going the opposite direction, and playfully shouts, “Hey boys!  How’s the water?”

Once the old fish is out of earshot, the first young fish turns to the second and asks, “What the heck’s water?”

It has been observed by many people that we live in a post-Christian culture.  The Christian who hopes to stay Christian, raise her children as Christians, and help her Christian friends and family resist the tide of secularism is often at a loss.  We live in a culture the underlying presuppositions of which are, in fact, quite antithetical to the gospel.  The problem, however, is that we are very often like the young…

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One Step Away

Your heart grows warm
This creation of your play
Your pride takes form
As we take one step away

As the wealth begins to roll in
More and more day after day
Avarice sets in, deepening the sin
As we take two more steps away

With the wealth comes the draw of the flesh
Before long lust has swept you away
Further from your spouse, further from the creche
As we take three more steps away

Secrets exposed, no longer seperated
Pointing fingers, sides are weighed
Anger draws forth, loved becomes hated
As we take four more steps away

We fall apart without the love
Food and drink taken in all day
Darkness is covered like a glove
As we take five more steps away

When so much is lost, so much is missed
The grass becomes greener when we stray
Happiness is gone when envy is in our midst
As we take six more steps away

It becomes too much and we feel so weak
Easier to let it happen than keep evil at bay
We hope our sins have reached their peak
As we take seven more steps away

Our garden has become our desert
Though it is darkest before the dawn
We can stand no more to deal the hurt
No more will we be the devil’s pawn

Seeing that only the one above can save
We finally see how far we have roamed
When we are crawling we find life we crave
Only seven more steps away from home

It is only through the heart of Jesus
That we can understand the holy tome
Offering kindness is the way to forgiveness
Only six more steps away from home

On the road home we take only what we must
We find overindulgence has become gruesome
Only our staff and sandles do we mark the dust
Only five more steps away from home

Away with those that drag us down
No more will we let our hearts roam
One spouse or none until we see the crown
Only four more steps away from home

A trip of many miles takes more than just a day
Patience must be learned to undo what’s been done
Though the trip is long and the outlook gray
Only three more steps away from home

It is only in giving that we may receive
Those that have nothing are ones that know
Nothing can we take when it is time to leave
Only two more steps away from home

It takes hard work to right the wrongs
It would be so easy from the path to roam
But the work goes easier as we sing the psalms
Only one more step away from home

Only once our work is finished
And our deeds undone
Will our Father say welcome home


Yes, I know that the Poem a Day challenge is in November and April and that I didn’t participate at the time, but I like the circle prompt. :-p

Have you accepted Jesus Christ
as your personal Lord and savior?
Are you sure?

There is a darkness in the soul we all hide
Something that we dare not admit to any
Be it so dark that it’s worth to have lied
Or merely too embarrassing for the many

The rules are few; The rules are simple
To love others as He has loved us
It sounds easy but can cause a great ripple
A ripple that can fix a muddy mess

Who is a lord but one that we follow
We believe that which our lord believes
Let your promises not be hollow
But be the balm that relieves

Have you given comfort to the lonely?
Have you given clothes to the naked?
Have you fed those that are hungry?
Or have you given money to fake it?

Are you sure you
Have accepted Jesus Christ as
your personal Lord and savior?

Close to God

"I was hoping that you’d pray for me. I know that you’re close to God and all."

I’ve never called myself religious. And God knows I’m no saint. I try my best but I make more than my fair share of mistakes. For heaven sakes, I’m a single mom. I think that says it all. I do however try to learn from my mistakes.

That one little conversation just stunned me. Like I said, I never really thought of myself as religious, and I certainly never thought of myself as "close" to God. I mean really, to me it sounds a bit to close to the old time euphemism for death, walk with God. That one comment, question really, made me think about myself. I just can’t seem to see myself as others see me I guess. All I’ve ever done is try to do my best to live the way I think I’m supposed to. I certainly don’t see myself having whispered conversations with the Good Lord in the Garden. The closest I’ve ever gotten was the sense of love and peace when I feel the warmth of the sun on my face or even when I just happen to notice something beautiful that I wouldn’t normally look at, like my precious sky pictures that I’ve started posting in facebook.

I don’t feel special, but I do notice a difference between my coworkers and myself, although I just chalked it up to being raised differently. I don’t like curse words. Except for the British use of the word bloody. Although I think it’s just the British accent when they say it. It’s the standard curse words that get to me. They make me feel uncomfortable to the point where I’ve found myself wincing when hearing them. I especially dislike reading novels that use them. It’s almost as if they echo around in my mind for long minutes afterwards, probably from my lack of using them. I can’t stand them, but everyone else is okay with them.

And I’m sure that anyone who I’ve talked to on any sort of regular basis knows about my gripes about a particular manager of the store that I work at. Maybe she’s not that bad a person. Maybe she doesn’t really dislike me as much as I thought. Perhaps it’s just that I look at life differently than her… Maybe that’s pushing it a bit. She can be very cruel sometimes. But is it really cruel or does it just seem cruel to me? It’s too bad the whole concept of walking a mile in another’s shoes doesn’t really work. I would love to know why she is the way she is.

And just what makes a person seem close to God? How can someone that I’ve only known for around a month, and very infrequently at that, decide that not only am I close to God but that I would make a good person to ask to pray for them. I’ve never talked about God to anyone there. I rarely talk about any sort of religious topic to anyone really, but certainly never at work. I have always been adamant about not working on Sundays, but to be honest that has always been more about my singing in the choir than church itself. I’d feel lost if I didn’t go to church at all, but I see no problem with going on Saturday instead.

I suppose I’ll figure it out eventually. In the meantime I need to get off to bed. It sucks sometimes having a morning shift. But at least I get to have the majority of the daylight to enjoy afterwards. Tomorrow is the season premiere of Psych! I can’t wait for that. Two of my favorite shows are coming on, Eureka and Psych. If only there was a Doctor Who or Monk episode my life would be complete tomorrow. 🙂 I’ll just have to be satisfied with what I can get. Catch ya all later! I need to start thinking about my next posting at Catholic Chicks, I’ve been slacking lately. 😦