Sunday, July 10, 2011

So, what was your first time like?

I am not one to sit and read blogs everyday, especially "Christian" blogs. 

They tend to read a little fake, and usually fall into one of two categories:
     Look at me, I'm so great!


     Look at me, I'm still suffering!

But, there are some really great blogs popping up that don't fall into the Pharisee group, and the authors don't always sound like Eeyore.  They are still rare, but they exist, people talking about their quest to live out what it means to be a follower of Christ.  No they aren't perfect, and yes they do have some great, fun, exciting moments, but they are REAL!

A while back I was surfing the Blog-O-Sphere when I was smacked in the face with a little of this reality.  I ran across this blogger that called herself One Righteous Babe.  What struck me was that she was a screw up, like me, made mistakes, like me, and was still a follower of Christ, like me.  So I asked her to share a little of herself with you.



When El Chupacabra messaged me out of the blue the other day asking if I was interested in guest posting I swear I almost crapped my pants. 

My first reaction was "Um... WHAT? Me?!"

The thing is I've never EVER done a guest post before and doing a guest post for someone who I hold in very high esteem is a bit like me drawing a picture with crayons for Michelangelo. 

So after much stress eating, chewing my nails off, and googling "how to write a flippin' awesome guest post..." 

This would be my crayola coloring attempt of guest post -

The other day I went out with my church plant group to feed the homeless and put on a tiny rock concert for them in honor of Fathers Day. 

And let me just say, I am SO glad I'm not homeless. It was over 100 degrees in the shade. And homeless people? They're a tough crowd. At least these homeless people were.

One guy, (I'm just gonna call him Jimmy) lit up a joint right in front of me and started puff away while gyrating drunkenly to the band. I mean, at least I thought it was a joint, it could've been a squished cigarette or something. 

But I doubt it.

After the band finished their songs, our pastor got up and asked the crowd to raise their hands if they needed prayer. One lady raised her hand and I was the first one on the scene to jump up and run over to pray for her. 

Mostly because she was sitting in the shade and I didn't want anyone else getting all up in that prime real estate.

I placed my hands on her shoulders and did my best to look the part of a person who knows exactly what they're doing, and asked her what she needed prayer for. 

Now, my ears were still ringing from our 100 decibel rock praise concert so it sounded like she said "Sialkdjave."

So much for a graceful attempt at public prayer. 

I leaned in closer and asked her to repeat herself. I'm thinking, she's gonna pray for money, or beer, or a house, or a job right? Wrong.


My first reaction was tocrapmypants "Um... WHAT?"

I mean, I've never EVER led anybody to Christ! This was NOT how I pictured it... When I saw it in my head, mymake up wasn't melted off, my hair wasn't ratty, I wasn't sweating from every available pore on my body, it wouldn't have been to a strung out homeless woman, and it most definitely wouldn't have smelled like pot!

But what was I supposed to do? Say "No, I'm sorry you really don't fit the bill of who had in mind of being myfirst person to lead to Christ? Plus I've never done this before so you might want to wait for a more experienced less self-centered Christ follower to handle this..." 

Because after all, leading somebody else to salvation in Christ is all about me right?

Now, I've never memorized all the Christian mantras or Roman's Road thing that people recite, so I winged it Righteous Babe style stuttering all the way through of what I'm sure sounded like a painfully pitiful salvation prayer even to strung out homeless woman.

I was expecting her to be looking at me like the screwed up,most likely second-hand high, idiot I was when my eyes opened...
But you know what? When I opened my eyes, she was crying. Big, heart felt tears of joy and thanks. She looked like a 57 lb weight had been lifted straight off her shoulders. 

And I can guaran-damn-tee you that it had absolutelyNOTHING to do with me.

So, what was your first time like?

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