I am a nominal Christian
an inheritor of depreciated faith
recipient of a “get out of hell free” card
like a used car at a clearance sale
never comprehending my adoption, my sonship, my birthright.
Make no mistake-
I am phenomenally nominal
pseudo-spiritual superstar, super-server, dedicated devotee
mimicking from afar the half-truths modeled by phenomenally nominal tutors
overburdened book shelves
charitable gifts
culturally idolized deeds of kindness
lacking true faith,
Spirit,
power.
Grace is elusive and confounding to a crown prince
persuaded that the only riches he owns are gathered
by the strength of his own hand.
Peace is found in the solitude of a garden,
alone with Jesus.
His genuineness is deeply uncomfortable
the pureness of his presence is convicting and humbling
his gaze, piercing and comforting.
My feet want to flee back to busyness,
the chaos and comfort of a distant, nominal life outside this garden.
I must stand still
and wait
to see what the Author and Finisher of faith might say to me.
I must become
willingly
selflessly
patiently
obediently
nominal
that He might be
authentically phenomenal
in me.
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