I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.
Galatians 2:20
When I say “I am a Christian”, friends and family think of me as “religious”. I found this poem years ago in a magazine, cut it out and placed it in a frame, wishing visitors to notice it, pick it up and read it. I am grateful to this unknown author for thoughtfully expressing what I find difficult to express about my faith journey. The author has succeeded in whispering, confessing, professing, admitting, and sharing what it means to be a Christian, and because the author did, I am reminded I am loved.
When I say,
“I AM A CHRISTIAN”
When I say, “I am a Christian” I’m not shouting, I’ve been saved.”
I’m whispering, I get lost sometimes that’s why I chose this way.
When I say, “I am a Christian” I don’t speak with human pride
I’m confessing that I stumble needing God to be my guide.
When I say “I am a Christian” I’m not trying to be strong
I’m professing that I’m weak and pray for strength to carry on.
When I say, “I am a Christian” I’m not bragging of success
I’m admitting that I’ve failed and cannot ever pay the debt.
When I say, “I am a Christian” I don’t think I know it all
I submit to my confusion asking humbly to be taught.
When I say, “I am a Christian” I’m not claiming to be perfect
My flaws are all too visible but God believes I’m worth it.
When I say, “I am a Christian” I still feel the sting of pain
I have my share of heartache that’s why I seek God’s name.
When I say “I am a Christian” I do not wish to judge
I have no authority; I only know I’m loved.
Author Unknown
Anita Grant
