In Bible study, sometimes a well-meaning gentleman will use this logic:
If you don’t have joy and peace and compassion in your life, what does that say to others about Jesus?
I understand this sort of thinking. I know we’re supposed to be witnesses to the world about how God flexes His power through us, and often our lack of unity looks like God doesn’t make us any different than anyone else.
But some days — I just want to flip a table and kick a trashcan and race a cop car and jump out a window and tell everyone that I hate my life right now and I don’t really feel like repping Jesus everyday, and that it probably won’t get better if you tell me that I need to be a “better witness.”
I totally get that we’re called to bear fruits and endure patiently and other Christianese…
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