Wednesday, February 10, 2010


It's been a while since I shared about Jesus with someone. And I'm not saying this out of guilt nor because I need to meet some Jesus-sharing quota. It's because when I met Annie after yoga class on Monday night I was speechless when she asked me, "Are you religious?". She must have asked because she saw the Crazy Love book I was carrying. My mouth refused to move. My mind grasped for words to explain my relationship with God. I wanted to overflow with words of the majesty and awesomeness of the Father. I wanted to convey that I was not religious - I was not chained by rules and regulations, but that I had full satisfaction and freedom in Christ. That I had an amazing Lord and Savior that loved and accepted me even though my fallen nature was to reject Him over and over again. I desired for Annie to know the amazing love that God had for her. My thoughts further tangled as I struggled for a way to share all of this without sounding like a self righteous, hypocritical prick that so many people associate Christians with.

As I processed all of this, it felt like time had stopped. Annie searched my face, waiting for a response. I finally mumbled, "I don't like the word religious because it....connotes obligation." Good one, Lisa. Way to start out by dissing her words. You are so awesome. "I...grew up in church, and I'm a Christian. I'm really involved could say it's my way of life." Oh...Lisa, you are an idiot. Annie tried to follow my train of thought and responded, "You must really like it because it grounds you." I managed to say, yes. And then she walked out the door.

I was so consumed with explaining Christianity the right way. In a way that Annie wouldn't be offended. In a way where she would see Jesus in a way that she had never heard before. In a way that would obliterate all negative stereotypes she ever had about Christianity. As a result, I was left with garbage. I was rusty, yes. That was obvious. But upon reflection, I was reminded that God is greater than my piddly, rambling words. Next time I hope I simply share...Jesus. And not be so concerned about what the other person may think. And let God say the rest.


  1. don't be so hard on yourself, Lisa. Your response(s) were pretty good. I think you left the door open to pursue this subject again with her. I like to ask people "So what's your background with religion? Did you grow up going to any kind of church?" and take it from there. Who you are will more than make up for any deficiencies or feared deficiencies in your words.

  2. awesome post. i totally feel the same way - how can i sum up or package this in a palatable way? praying for you and annie...

  3. Oh, I feel the same way when people ask, "Are you religious"? It's so difficult to answer that question.. I think it should almost be banned.

  4. It's a hard question, but I welcome the opportunity to talk about spiritual things at all!!