Growing up a pastor’s daughter, marrying the pastor’s son, and well on my way to becoming a pastor’s wife, people often assume that I’m a super Christian.
Which, of course, I am.
I’m blessed to be a super Christian. When my eyes pop open in the morning, the first thing I see is our “This is the day the Lord has made!” decal on the wall. It fills my heart with overwhelming joy and helps me set a positive attitude. After tenderly kissing my husband’s head, I slip out of bed to grab my coffee mug and Bible. My quiet time is always so rich! It’s never interrupted and I always get so much out of the day’s reading. Then, I pray using the ‘ACTS’ acronym; it’s a helpful way to make sure I don’t leave anything out and avoid focusing too much on myself.
I cheerfully make breakfast for my family and send my husband off to work, praying over him before he leaves. When we’re finished with breakfast, I put on some praise and worship music while Carson and I make memories playing on the floor. During her morning nap I often find time to read a Christian book, or write an encouraging note to a friend. Why would I waste the gift of a few moments alone?
After her nap I try finish to up the household chores quickly. If there’s time, we like to bring a treat to a member of our church or witness to an unbeliever. As a super Christian, I always know just what to say to someone in crisis.
The rest of the day is clockwork, really. Our family routine is down pat; it’s so important that a Christian home be managed well. Proverbs 31, y’all.
As a super Christian, it’s great not to struggle with ugly sins anymore. At this point in my walk, my only real sin struggles are for good reasons. Envying someone’s close walk with the Lord. Getting angry when we’re late for church. Stuff like that. I’m especially careful to not sin in front of (or against!) my husband and child. Having God’s glory in mind with every situation is so freeing.
And, of course, the last four paragraphs were bull.
I’m not a super Christian.
I’m a Christian.
Just like you.
Truthfully, many of these activities do punctuate my day, but not because I’m a super Christian.
It’s because 2 Corinthians 3:18.
“And we all, with unveiled face, beholding the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from one degree of glory to another. For this comes from the Lord who is the Spirit.”
I am a super NEEDY Christian.
A super BROKEN Christian.
The only thing SUPER about my Christianity is my SAVIOR.
Only by God’s grace and mercy do I preach the Gospel to myself (mostly) daily and, in so doing, have seen my desires change to mirror God’s desires.
We do display Naptime Diaries Scripture prints on our walls.
These activities are normal for me not because I am putting on airs or striving for salvation, but because my heart has sincerely been turned towards these things from looking at Christ.
I want more of Jesus because the closer I grow to Him, the more I know I need Him. The closer I draw to the throne of grace, the more aware of my own sin I become.
See, it’s really tempting to believe that if I simply fold laundry to a Chris Tomlin song because I genuinely want to, that I’m doing okay. I praise God for the work He has done in my heart, but I must never think He is finished.
My posture is not one of consistent surrender. A selfish heart too often overtakes a servant’s one. I am quick to anger. Judgement, not mercy, often marks my thoughts towards others.
A friend of mine put it well, “Why does sanctification have to be so…progressive!?”
Oh, I feel her angst!
But friends, listen to me. Christians don’t lap each other in this marathon of faith. We are all in this together, running together, coming alongside each other, falling together, being picked back up together.
And on glory day, in faith, we will get to say to the Lord and to one another:
“I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.” (2 Timothy 4:7)