We Hypocrites


The life of the Christian is Jesus Christ. This morning, as the "transporter crew" sat in traffic, Margret read a bumper sticker to us. It said: "I like your Christ, but I don't like your Christians because they're so not like Christ". We all agreed that was true. Only Christ is like Christ. We Christians confess that we are, at our best, sinners that need a savior. Be our behavior admirable or despicable our gospel is still the same: Jesus Christ died to save sinners of whom I am chief. Though we do not meet the driver's standards, we remain woefully unworthy and joyfully forgiven.
Jesus was rejected for the company he kept. It appears that is still so. He is only acceptable if he does not associate with those "Christians." Can such grace be tolerated? There is just no accounting for taste.