I really do not like Christians.
Well, I should say I used to not like Christians. After being in seminary for far longer than I had originally intended to be, bitterness begins settling in in a multitude of areas. A primary one that caused me the most stress was my fellow classmates.
Class in and class out, my fellow class mates rarely spoke to one another. We hardly even looked at one another. Whenever I came across a Christian in a class that was enthusiastic and wanted to know who their fellow classmates were, they were met with a polite smile to ward them off. I began thinking God was calling introverts to the ministry and was wondering if the future of Christian churches were doomed to a life of individual solitude.
I jest but I grew confused with each class I attended. Where was the joy in so many of my brothers and sisters in Christ? Where was the compassion of caring for each other? Why were we all so shy of the Bible said we are part of this family of believers, a body of Christ?
While those thoughts swirled in my head, another entered into the ongoing storm: what is wrong with me? Is there something wrong with me? Is that why no one talks to me? My God, it’s high school all over again! Why would You call me here?!
I was suffocating and in dire need of a breather. I needed a break from Christians, from seminary, from all of that because all it was doing was wearing me down. So much so I began even considering never returning because I just did not see the allure that Christianity once offered in high school and college. I stopped praying, reading Scripture and my passion, what little there was, for ministry had run dry.
God, this seriously cannot be where you’re dragging me. I wouldn’t last 5 minutes in a church with these people.
It was about this time I started spending time in The Reformed Pub on Facebook. This was a group of folks who love Jesus, the Bible, theology and a podcast called The Reformed Pubcast“.
If you have never listened to the Reformed Pubcast, you need to. The lives of Twinkies everywhere depend on it.
I had listened to the podcast for some time now and had heard of the Facebook group but never joined. I finally decided to jump in but was ready to leave if all there was were super smart Christians debating each other over when the earth was made. Or free will. Oh, please don’t let there be more arguments about free will. I heard enough of those in class!
I was not surprised when I found that there in the group. What I also found was fellow Christians who really liked Breaking Bad. Uh, what? Fellow Christians who think Xbox is better than Playstation. Not this generation of games they aren’t. Batman fans, burger lovers and more.
Finally. People who love Jesus, each other and have other interests than studying Greek every day.
I was ecstatic. The more I engaged with people, the more people I met and became friends with, the more my bitterness slipped away. I was challenged by the faith of others, by the way some expressed love about their spouses and the willingness to crack open a Bible, and a bottle of craft brew, to learn and share with one another.
It felt like real fellowship. It felt like authentic Christianity. It felt like family.