On the Rocks

“I like my Christianity on the rocks,” said the family matriarch. “Like my bourbon, I want it chilled and slightly watered down.”

It got the desired laughs from those gathered at the dining room table. They were like-minded family members. On her right was the son who complained that the prayers in church sounded like they came from CNN or some radical liberal group. On the left was the daughter who complained the sermons were too focused on current events, and her husband at the far end hadn’t been back to church since the minister said every family should tithe.

As easy as it would be to throw stones at such a gathering, I’m keenly aware how I, too, pick and choose the religion I claim to follow. I believe we’re to serve the poor, but I do little more than nod my head when I hear such things. I give every year to the church and other organizations, but I’m not sure I give 10% of my income. I’ve heard I’m supposed to love my enemies, and yet I can hardly talk to people who interpret the Gospel differently than I. Like the matriarch, I’m just as guilty of liking my gospel watered down.

The problem is, it’s not “my gospel.” It’s not some new wardrobe accessory that comes in different sizes where I find the one that suits me best. It belongs to God and every attempt to mold it to my desires or the whims of society is to pour it over ice to make it taste better.

I need to learn to drink mine straight up.

Espresso Shots:

1.     In what ways do you selectively follow the gospel?

2.     What parts of your faith are hardest to follow, and what parts are the easiest?

3.     What would the implications of your taking the gospel straight up?