This blog post by Matt Chandler over at The Resurgence convicted the heck out of me — just what do I think I’ve become when I criticize, judge, and secretly (or not-so-secretly) despise believers who wear suits to church, sing tearfully that “the cross is my statue of liberty,” carry tapestry-and-mauve Bible holders, and frown disapprovingly at any artwork not by Thomas Kinkaid? I’ve become, Matt reminds me, the very thing that I despise! If I angrily denounce their efforts to make punks take out their gaged earrings and comb their hair and purge all the black from their wardrobe, shouldn’t I reject with as much fervency anyone’s attempt to make them start singing Matt Redman songs or dress down for Sunday services?
I’m still going to question my friends who listen only to K-LOVE or Air1. I’m still going to challenge folks who think you have to dress a certain way to go to church. I’ll probably never watch TBN, nor will I stop discouraging people from doing so. I’ll likely never be comfortable with the recitation of the Pledge of Allegiance or the singing of patriotic songs in church. But it’s high time I started re-evaluating the attitude of my heart towards believers who are different than I am.