Don’t call me Christian
Okay, before you freak out and drop to your knees to pray for my soul, read on. It’s funny this journey we are on as believers. Sometimes, God brings you through things so you can see things more clearly. I’ve been on that type of journey. Since the Gospel was first preached in Antioch , disciples have been called Christians. It’s been a useful term over the centuries – however, it’s been so sullied with the acts of those who call themselves Christians that it has developed a bad reputation. I don’t ever remember a time I didn’t love Jesus. I don’t ever remember a time I didn’t pray. I don’t ever remember a time that I was an “unbeliever.” Oh there was the two weeks in High School when I wondered if there really was a God. In Biology we learned about the reproduction, and the development of a fetus – that did it for me… There had to be a God. That couldn’t just happen by chance. I was sure that some intelligent Creator devise...