Christian living is a myth in these times, and yet it is a harsh reality for those who fully embrace the beliefs; saturated by the spirit of it all. – Poetess Denise Fyffe
I am always reflective about the Christian religion and my spirituality. I embrace the relationship, more so than the meaningless practices shackled to us now. If in the relationship, I discover the correct practices and its meaning, then I will continue them. This embrace helps me in the process of trying to make sense of the hypocrisies prevalent now; especially after the hurt inflicted by those who I am to call brother or sister in Christ.
In my world, many who call themselves Christians do not act like such. The more I listen to scholars who have done the in depth research into history and the genesis of the Christian religion, the more I listen to bible teachers who discern and interpret the bible (like Chip Ingram), the more I realize we mostly do not presently truly reflect how Christ intended for us to be.
So when I say Christian Living is a myth, I mean it is more a fable or allegory – a traditional story, especially one concerning the early history of a people or explaining a natural or social phenomenon, and typically involving supernatural beings or events (dictionary.com).
Not its other interpretation, that it is false.
And when I say it is a harsh reality – I continue to specify for whom – for those who fully embrace the beliefs; saturated by the spirit of it all.
There are people out there, who are being persecuted, who are being martyred and having the experience of the early Christians. Or even those who simply face trials infinite, in their daily lives.
So in my world, it seems to be this fable when it should be a commonly practiced way of life, ordained and demonstrated by Jesus Christ; not the watered down version proliferated by many.