Wednesday Whimsy-Edition 82
April 18, 2012 | My Jottings
“Are you born again?” he asked, as we taxied down the runway. He was rather prim and tense, maybe a little like David Eisenhower with a spastic colon. I did not know how to answer for a moment.
“Yes,” I said. “I am.”
My friends like to tell each other that I am not really a born-again Christian. They think of me more along the lines of that old Jonathan Miller routine, where he said, “I’m not really a Jew — I’m Jew-ish.” They think I am Christian-ish. But I’m not. I’m just a bad Christian. A bad born-again Christian. And certainly, like the apostle Peter, I am capable of denying it, of presenting myself as a sort of leftist liberation-theology enthusiast and maybe sort of a vaguely Jesusy bon vivant. But it’s not true. And I believe that when you get on a plane, if you start lying you are totally doomed.
So I told the truth; that I am a believer, a convert. I’m probably about three months away from slapping an aluminum Jesus-fish on the back of my car, although I first want to see if the application or stickum in any way interferes with my lease agreement. And believe me, all this boggles even *my* mind. But it’s true. I could go to a gathering of foot-wash Baptists and, except for my dreadlocks, fit right in. I would wash their feet; I would let them wash mine.
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Me too! Xx
That is very good! But aren’t we all *bad* Christians? That’s why we need a saviour! lol
I know you’re right, Ganeida, and I do consider myself a “bad Christian.” But I know people I would actually consider “good Christians,” not because they’re good enough on their own, but because they seem to have learned to walk closer with Christ than I have. But yes, none of us are good enough…filthy rags and all of that! :p