A strange dichotomy exists all around us.
The vast majority of Americans claim to know Jesus. But they call themselves “spiritual.” They have a visage of a Savior who has good moral teachings. He might have even come to them in a moment of personal trial to lift them up. To them, he’s an olive-skinned Galileen who slept in a manager, dressed in a robe, and got treated badly by the Romans. They might even go to church, claim to be a Christian and live a good life.
“It’s a personal thing, and I find it odd
You would question my believing in a personal God
I’m devout, I’m sincere, ask my mother if you doubt it
I’m religious, but I’d rather not get radical about it”
”I’m devout, I’m sincere, and I’m proud to say
That it’s had exactly no effect on who I am today
I believe, for the benefit of all mankind,
In the total separation of church and mind”
We have a hundred reasons for keeping this God-thing to ourselves, but they are all shattered with this one verse from Jesus:
“But whoever disowns me before men, I will disown him before my Father in heaven.” — Matt 10.33
That’s enough to make we want to lose my religion…and find a Jesus that I can talk about.