From kindergarten through my freshman year of college, I safely resided in my Christian school bubble.
The friends I have surrounded myself with have always been zealous for the Lord and encouraged me in my walk.
My favorite day of the week is Sunday, as I love to dwell in Christian community and with the body of Christ all day.
I am happiest when the Passion CD is playing.
And suddenly, the accumulation of all of these things starts to make me feel
‘pretty good about myself & my walk with the Lord.’
Wrong. So wrong.
Like a splash of cold water to the face, God reminded me this week that I am comfortable living life this way, never having my faith challenged, unaware of what true persecution is, safely kept out of reach by anyone who doesn’t steadfastly pursue the Lord.
And He has never once called me to be comfortable.
God has recently begun to allow my bubble to be popped, in the most ‘random’ of ways,
to the point that I cannot ignore the reality of the broken and lost world that surrounds me,
Full of people who have no hope and no knowledge of Christ.
For instance, I was running errands this weekend and overheard a conversation between a grandmother, granddaughter, and a few salesclerks in J Crew.
The grandmother [who was said to be in her 80’s] & granddaughter
very graphically joked with the employees about
how wonderful the movie Magic Mike, which they had just seen, was.
I tuned out most of what ensued, until I heard the granddaughter say,
“Tell them what you’ve been reading,”
with an all too amused look on her face.
Her grandmother dramatically began shouting,
“No, no, no…that’s so embarrassing.”
So her granddaughter explained for her, in a hushed & disgusted tone,
“She’s been reading…the Bible,
only because my cousin told her she couldn’t die without reading it.”
The employees began a string of expletives,
mocking how anyone could waste their time on such trash.
To which the elderly woman replied,
“Oh don’t worry, it’s not like a believe a word of it.”
As the sting of tears in my eyes and the lump in my throat began to grow,
I began to feel sick to my stomach.
How could these women deem Magic Mike something worthy of praise
and the Bible as a piece of trash?
And then it hit me:
a majority of our society does.
As I safely sit in my Christian bubble,
there is a world around me who
does not believe a Word of the Gospel.
There are many who have not even heard a word of the Gospel.
Satan has so blinded them to the reality of the Gospel that they have wholeheartedly mistaken treasure for trash and trash for treasure,
Meaning they idolize lifestyles of sin and loathe holiness.
I in no way intend for this to be a guilt trip,
but rather an opportunity to share the wake up call that I have had.
Because I woke up to the painful understanding that there is a world who openly and boldly denies their only hope of salvation,
and if I do not intentionally make myself uncomfortable to share the treasure of the Gospel with them, the lost will continue to embrace the trash they are accustomed to.