This past summer, as the dialogue on faith between me and my parents grew into normalcy, my mom gave an observation that particularly stung: "You've been to church for like 2 years but you're still the same person."
Granted, my mom probably meant I wasn't growing in a way that she would prefer, that is, into a less lazy son that worked with godlier ethic. But an observation is an observation. I could make all the excuses I wanted: I didn't want to act righteous so I wouldn't alienate my family, which would leave my mom antagonistic towards the Jesus figure that essentially took away her son. Being the same idiot around the house would be my way of witnessing, to say that being a Christian wouldn't entail some fake holier-than-thou lifestyle.
Thank God for my mom's honesty. Outside the home I would be a holy creature, but my parents would be left bereft of God's glory. And doesn't that speak volumes? If my true creature is revealed at home, the evidence points to --> I'm actually not being sanctified. "Shoot, am I saved?"
What's different now?
Ignored consequences of sin --> grieving over sin (1 John 3:6-9).
Mock gospel and spirituality --> hope is in gospel and spirit (Romans 1:16).
Salvation can wait --> no greater hate than not sharing the Gospel.
Defeat by world's standards --> still struggling with this one, to be continued!
Colossians 3:1
So encouraging! Thanks for diligently pursuing to love your family!
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