A cross Christian? It jars a bit doesn’t it? Surely, Christians should be happy all the time? Well, I am not. In fact, as I get older I realise I am getting crosser. Or at least, as I get older more things make me cross.
When I first started thinking about writing, I wanted to put the world right, to express myself honestly and to make God proud. I also wanted to see if I had any talent, to see if this was something I could actually do.
However, I realise that a lot of what I want to say is angry and that I am in danger of just adding more rant to an already angry web space. The amount of bile and hatred and the lack of consideration and love on the social web makes me… er… cross.
I think I can legitimately be cross while trying to put the world right and I can certainly express myself honestly through rant! The main challenge is to tackle the last one – making God proud. This is where I need to think and pray. This is where the hope Jesus gives me needs to be brought to bear on my cynicism and I need to turn anger and crossness into joy. Frankly, that sounds rather hard, but I shall give it a go.
On the upside, I also realise that it might be constructive to tackle this anger in the open – after all there might even be one or two others like me, Christians who get cross. I strongly suspect so. I hear things you know, and I read things too.
Finally, I am also a Cross Christian. Did you see what I did there? I believe that Jesus died for me on a cross and that because he did; I am forgiven and get to live forever. That is very cool.