Goofball

Ok, I hate to admit it, but I called a man at our church a goofball Sunday in the church parking lot.  I don’t feel bad about it, not at all.  Here we come from the back forty because we got there at 10:20 and I see this man that comes to church EVERY week pull in and park in the visitor parking and stroll into church.  Really?  Of course when I looked at his vehicle he had his “Jesus” sticker on his window.  He is also the first to throw his hands in the air during worship and he got me thinking.

I use to worry about what other people thought about me as a Christian, after spending time in church and seeing good “church people” and their behavior, I’m pretty solid with my faith.  Now don’t get me wrong I still have a problem with my potty mouth, I hate it.  I still have a lot of questions about should I do this or that?  I recently was judged by some good “church people” over my desire to have a glass of wine.  Seriously? 

I stand by the thought that going to church doesn’t a bit more make you a Christian then going to McDonald’s makes you a Big Mac. 

I have a lot of things I need to work on I struggle with forgiveness, I know it and I own it.  I NEED to get The First Born The  The Baby Girl (The First Born left me a comment that didn’t make sense to me until I came back and reread this post…sorry girl!) to church on Wednesdays night and I fail at this miserably.  I was driving in my car the other day and felt really convicted about how little time I’ve been spending in my bible.  I was reminded at that time that it’s easy to cling to your faith when you are in a rough spot and I committed right then to get back to reading my bible, doing a daily devotion and spending more time especially in my car praying and listening to Joyce Meyer tapes.  I don’t need a crisis to work on my faith, I’ll do it when life is smooth sailing.

Trust in the Lord with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding. Seek his will in all you do, and he will show you which path to take.
Proverbs 3:5-6