News Flash: I am not perfect. I am a sinner. Just like you, your mom, your sister, your BFF, just like everyone else on this planet. One of my biggest pet peeves ever is people who think they are perfect or better than me (or everyone else). HELLO? You ain't Jesus.
Okay, let me back up a step or two...to better explain my mood.
Why do people ask me to share my testimony or my transformation from 'sinner' to 'saved by grace,' but then share theirs only to make me look like a horrible person? Or, even worse...why do they adjust my experiences in order to make me seem less of a sinner??
For example, I was an un-wed, teenage mother. We all know this. The proof is walking around as I type, listening to his headphones, NOT cleaning his room. I have proof that I wasn't "pure" when I got married. So, why must someone say "yeah, but it worked out for you." What? Excuse me? What exactly worked out? Don't be mistaken, I have been blessed...God made beauty from my ashes. But I don't understand how someone says "Oh, it worked out for you." So, does that make it okay? UH NO...so why act like it was okay. Or how bout this...."Oh, you had a baby before you were married? Wow. Well, me and my husband waited, we honored God, I wore white at my wedding, we didn't do it until our wedding night." That's great...let's give you a medal. Ha! Don't mistake my sarcasm for bitterness. I'm just fed up with people who act holier than thou. Really gets on my nerves.
I just wish Christians (which, btw, means Christ-like) would be more like Christ when dealing with their fellow Christians. Love me for who I am TODAY. Not for who I used to be. I'm not 20 anymore...those days of partying all night, and having 'fun' are done... But you know what, I still sin. I stub my toe and I may cuss. I am a hothead and I'll tell you off. I tend to run red lights (no comments needed here:), and I like to dance (AND I was raised Baptist!). My point is...I'm not perfect. Therefore, my life story is not perfect. And guess what? Yours isn't either. Maybe some folks lie to themselves and think they've reached some sort of level of perfection...I hate to be the one to tell you but YOU'RE WRONG. Just sayin.
With all that said, don't try to change me. I like me. And God loves me. I am a broken vase...that has been put back together by the mighty hand of God. And my light shines through all my cracks.... does yours?
Heehee, that just sounds funny. My cracks.
Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhh! A dancing Baptist-raised woman! Run away! Run away! Don't touch me, look at me, or get near me, as you might defile my perfectness. Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
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You hit the nail on the head girl. Honestly I'm shocked that a "Christian" would point out what you've said. Now a sinner I could expect that from; it comes with the territory. The thing is this: they still have their stones in their hands held high and are ready to let them fly.
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Hey, I made a rhyme! :0P
Who says white boys can't rhyme? Heehee.
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