What is a Christian?

I call myself a Christian. But that title doesn’t mean the same thing to all people. To some, it’s a traditional or cultural identifier. To others it is a religious label portending rules, rites, and recitations meant to somehow bring yourself closer to God. Still others see Christians as members of a repressive, man-made institution meant to transfer power from ignorant fools to religious leaders.

However, since the word Christian translates from the Greek (Christianos) as “follower of Christ”, it only makes sense that Jesus Christ be the only authority to define what that is. In John 12:46 Jesus laid it out like this: “I have come as Light into the world, so that everyone who believes in Me will not remain in darkness.”

Again in John 3:16-18 Jesus said “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life. For God did not send the Son into the world to judge the world, but that the world might be saved through Him. He who believes in Him is not judged; he who does not believe has been judged already, because he has not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God.”

Did you catch that? Whoever believes in Jesus is saved from judgement and has eternal life with him. So following Jesus or becoming a Christian is not about being a good person (Jesus said there are none who are good), or doing the rights things, or saying the right things, etc. It doesn’t matter what churches you have attended or what schools you were educated in.

Read through the four gospel books of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. Read the book of Acts. You will see example after example of men and women who simply believed that Jesus died to pay the debt of their sins against God, and that he rose from the grave to defeat death itself. When you read something in the Bible about morality and rules for living, it is always in reference to those who have believed in Christ and are therefore indwelled with his Spirit which gives them the capability to resist sin. Without true belief in Jesus it’s impossible to live the life of a Christ follower.

To be clear, there’s not one single, solitary thing you can do to make yourself right with God. There are no deeds good enough, no penance austere enough, no morality high enough. You can’t vote, buy, beg, or fight your way into eternity with God. Jesus Christ made things right between you and God through his death and resurrection. He did it out of love, for free, with no requirement other than truly believing it in your heart.

A Christian is simply someone who believes in Jesus; believes that our sinful nature has separated us from God and that Jesus’s sacrifice of death and subsequent resurrection did away with that sin and restored us to a right relationship with God. This is the relationship we were created for. This is the meaning of life that so many people search for in other futile ways. This is the only way to find peace in a world falling apart. This is the true meaning of becoming and being a Christian according to the Bible.

Try Digging a Little Deeper

The next time you’re looking for a photo, a video, or someone’s opinion online, try going to page 8 of the results. We miss so much good information because we think Google gets the first page right all the time. Try digging a little deeper and you might be surprised what you come up with.

You Just Can’t Win

Today I was checking out at the grocery store and the clerk said the credit card scanner was going to ask me if I wanted to round up to the nearest dollar to help fight children’s hunger. But the card reader never asked.  It just said thank you, please remove your card.

Then the clerk saw that my receipt wasn’t rounded up and she gave me a scowl as if to say “what a jerk! You probably want children to die!” You can’t win these days.

Nothing to Say

Lately, I’ve been working on a few photography projects that have been taking up most of my extra time. This has been great but it does keep me from concentrating on this blog. Once I’m done with work and photography related things, I usually am too tired to put anything down here.

I’ll get back to it at some point but for a few more days at least, I’ll probably only be posting short form or pictures. It could be worse.

It Came From the Gutter

I’m not sure what this is but it was in the gutter in an industrial park. It looks to me like some sort of evil experiment gone wrong. Now the black slime has escaped its confines and is looking for a way to become mobile and take over the world. Or something.

First Sprouts of Spring

Every year I try to grow at least a little bit of my food. Sometimes it’s just one or two things in pots and sometimes it’s a full blown garden. Last year I built a raised bed garden and went a little wild growing winter squash. This year, I’ve steered clear of squash and am focusing on some early cool weather vegetables like snap peas, radishes and brocolli.

The other day I saw the first sprouts of the year popping up through the soil. I’m sure a couple of months from now I’ll be grumbling about having to water and weed every day. But until then, I’ll be enjoying seeing the new life coming up and anticipating it growing into something I can use. Oh, and I’ll also be futilely trying to keep my dog from walking through the bed.

Tactile Warning Devices

This is a tactile warning device, also-known-as truncated domes. Truncated domes are a much better description since they actually are domes with their tops cut flat. They are meant to be a warning to anyone stepping on them or rolling over them that they are about to enter a street or parking lot.

However, the word tactile means a sense of touch. Unless you are down on your hands and knees, running your hands across the truncated domes, you’re actually feeling them (through your feet or bottom), not touching them. So the phrase “tactile warning device” is not entirely accurate. I just thought you ought to know.

42

Last week I celebrated my 42nd birthday. If you’re familiar with the work of Douglas Adams, you’ll recognize that my age is actually the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything. The answer may not be entirely accurate but it does help inspire an upbeat attitude about being this particular age.

I’m way past the age where I expect to get birthday presents from anyone except myself. But, like anyone else, I still enjoy it when others recognize the fact that God has allowed the earth to shuttle me around the sun one more time by giving me something, no matter how trivial.

My family did not disappoint me in this. My youngest son who is 11 at the time of this post, drew me an amazing picture of a bird landing on a branch. I think he is getting better all the time but this picture shows that he is already pretty good!

My oldest son (15) got in on the action as well. He gave me a coupon good for a birthday gift to be made any time I want it. The funny thing is, he couldn’t bring himself to make one then on my birthday! He’s getting good at punting things. Next, I expect him to work on his delegation skills and outsource making my gift to fiverr when I call in the IOU.

My wife is always consistent when it comes to my birthday. She knows I’m fine not receiving gifts but she always manages to find something anyway to make me feel special. This year she presented me with two books that I keep borrowing over and over from the library. If I borrow something two or three times, that’s a pretty good indication that I could benefit from owning it.

The first book is The Painted Art Journal: 24 projects for creating your visual narrative by Jeanne Oliver. It’s a great book on mixed media and creating personal stories through art journaling.

The other book is Geninnes’s art: birds in watercolor, collage, and ink: a field guide to art techniques and observing in the wild by Geninne Zlatkis. Geninne is an amazing artist and I love her bird paintings. This book is great because it breaks down the process Geninne uses to develop her work. It’s very inspiring especially since I already like drawing and painting birds. Hopefully, this book can help me take my art to a higher level.

So all-in-all it was a pretty successful birthday haul. But presents aside, I had a great time spending the beginning of my next year of life with the people I love.