I have lots of conversations with non-Christians. Non-Christians who claim to be Christian. The conversation goes something like this . . .
“Would you consider yourself to be a Christian?”
“Do you mind explaining what you mean by that? In your opinion, what does it mean to be a Christian?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it. I think it means . . . you believe in God and go to church?”
“What do you think happens when a person dies? Have you thought much about heaven or hell? Do you think you’ll go to heaven when you die? Why?”
“Yeah, I’ll go to heaven because I’m a pretty good person.”
. . . so we talk about the Bible’s definition of “Christian” which is somehow completely missed by the “Christian” world.
Now, imagine I asked you, “Do you love the Bible?”
As a Christian, your answer would probably be, “Yes.”
Of course you love the Bible. That’s what Christians do. You carry it with you to church on Sunday. You read a few verses now and then. You use it to prove your points or to search for a particular answer to a life question, because you believe the Bible is trustworthy. Sufficient. The very Word of God.
But do you love it?
Could you explain to me how or why you love it? Could you show me that your claim to love the Bible actually indicates a genuine reality in your life?
Do you love it as you love other things? Do you spend your time there? Do you devour it like you do your food? Do you check it like you do your phone? Do you want it to be embedded in your mind and soul like the music on replay and the books and movies you quote incessantly?
We can say we love the Bible all day long, but do we love it?
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