Sunday, February 10, 2013

Something's Fishy


“I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ.” ~Mahatma Gandhi, preeminent leader of Indian nationalism through non-violent civil disobedience (1869-1948)
Hosea slammed on the brakes as the monster SUV cut across two lanes of traffic and into his lane. He tooted his horn to alert the driver of his presence, of which he appeared to be unaware. The SUV’s driver glanced in his rearview mirror then instantly responded to Hosea’s horn by extending his middle finger. A moment later the giant vehicle sped away down the 405 freeway bearing the driver and his family with it.

Hosea couldn’t help but notice the “Jesus loves you” license plate frame and the “See you Sunday @ Resurrection Church” bumper sticker as the vehicle disappeared into the traffic. Alan, who was seated in the passenger seat, had been silent during the whole incident. “Another ‘fish person,” he said suddenly. “Fish person?” Hosea asked, wondering what his long-time carpool buddy meant.
“Yeh, you know, a fish person,” responded Alan. “One of those people who sticks a fish on the back of the car and thinks it’s OK to drive like a jerk just because he’s Christian and we aren’t.” “Wait a minute,” replied Hosea, glancing over at Alan. “Is that what you think that symbol means?”

“I don’t know what it means.” Alan’s voice had a slight edge to it. “All I know is that every car that I see with that fish seems to be driven by someone with an attitude. “f they’re so Christian, why don’t they drive better?” They drove for some minutes without speaking
“Ichthys!” Hosea said finally. “Huh?” said Alan. “Ichthys,” replied Hosea. “The fish is called Ichthys. It’s an ancient symbol which means ‘Jesus Christ, Lord and Savior.’” Alan stared at Hosea. “You’re one of them!” he said finally. “One of who?” Hosea shot back. “You’re one of the fish people!”  Alan replied stifling his laughter, though not very well.

Hosea fell silent again. Alan suddenly realized Hosea was serious about this. “Why didn’t you ever tell me you were a Christian?” Alan asked finally. “Because I figured I would get exactly the response that you just gave me…  That you would laugh at me.” “I wasn’t laughing at you,” Alan said seriously. “After all these years of riding together, I was surprised you hadn’t said something sooner.”  “Yeah well, we get a lot of flack these days for what we believe,” Hosea said quietly, still staring out through the windshield.
“What do you believe?” Alan asked seriously.

How would you respond to Alan’s question if you were Hosea? Several years ago, in a survey conducted by LifeWay Research, 78% of the respondents said they would be willing to listen to someone who wanted to share what they believe about Christianity. Even more surprising was that 71% believed that Jesus made a positive difference in a person’s life. Not so surprising was that 72% also said that the Church was full of hypocrites.
As Christians we are often reticent to speak openly about our faith. Unfortunately, when we do speak we are often stridently asserting that someone else is wrong. Real  evangelization begins when we allow Christ to accompany us out of the church and into our lives.  Our lifestyle then becomes our evangelization, and we will are happier and more fulfilled. More importantly, we find that others want what we have.

Christian author, Shane Claiborne, once wrote: “As Christians, we should be the best collaborators in the world. We should be quick to find unlikely allies and subversive friends, like Jesus did.”
We can ill-afford to allow our evangelization to take on a bumper sticker mentality.  We, not our license plate frames, are the living testimony to what Christ can do for us, After all, “they will know we are Christians by our love.”

Dear God, let the way I live my life be my sermon.
“When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin'."
I'm whispering "I was lost,
Now I'm found and forgiven."
~Dr. Maya Angelou, American author and poet (b1928)

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