Moments of the Mundane
Moments of the Mundane
There is a scintillating scandal in the world of Christendom. It was rightly and most soberly diagnosed by the ever so watchful Vance Havner. In his book “Why Not Just Be Christians?” he states the following, “The greatest scandal of Christianity is the low grade of Christian living. There are more professing Christians than ever, but the quality does not keep up with the quantity, we are not improving the sort while we increase the size. We are many but not much.” (Havner 12) When one peers in to the world of “what is”, it becomes quite clear that Christianity is often lived with the perspective of a false dichotomy. Kenneth Boa states it as follows, “On an individual and a corporate level, we begin to play by two sets of rules and try to have it both ways, the world’s and God’s. This becomes possible when we compartmentalize our faith and divorce it from other facets of life such as work, finances, friendships, marriage, and parenting.” So then, what does this ever-pervading and alien Christianity look like in comparison to that which God desires?
Consider for a moment the life of Mr. R. E. Ligus. It is a typical Wednesday, and he is awoken by the loud and rather obnoxious sound of a generic buzzer, followed by the louder and more obnoxious sound of his bitter complaining. Indeed another day begins, and he quickly moves toward his mid-week routine. It then proceeds with a freshly brewed cup of potent and eye opening coffee, accompanied by a recently prepared breakfast, a daily offering from his wife. As is all too common, he ate one bite and decided that it was just not to his liking. Mr. R.E Ligus then, as is typical, tells the “Oll lady” he is leaving, and reminds her to try to finish the laundry, wash the dishes and prepare dinner when she gets off of work. He figures the thirty minutes that she has before he gets home should be plenty of time to prepare for his obviously anticipated arrival. It is then that he makes his way to work. He arrives just in time to craftily pull his car into the prized spot just before the new guy on the second floor was about to occupy it. As he enters the building, his eye finds a home toward the direction of the new secretary until his gaze is interrupted by the shoulder grab of “that guy at the office”. It isn’t so much that he dislikes him; he just doesn’t find many reasons to like him. Once the work day comes to a close, he speedily makes his way out of the building, into his car, and out of the parking lot. Everyone knows that Mr. R.E. Ligus meets with his bible study group on Wednesday nights, and it is typically not a good idea to hold him up. After taking his group through a study in the spiritual disciplines, he makes his way home to a hopeful dinner and clean house. At the close of the night, he watches his favorite television show, “An hour of power”, and slowly drifts to sleep as his wife finishes the dishes.
Where have the days of praising God for a day He has made and thanking Him for a job He has provided gone? Where have the days of praising God for a wife who serves and thanking her for a meal prepared gone? Where have the days of reflecting such thankfulness by dying to one’s selfish ways gone? Where have the days of honoring one’s wife as she who is a precious and rare gift from the Lord gone? Where have the days of seeking to serve and being selfless gone? Where have the days of patience and second-seating, in order to present a clear picture of Christ likeness gone? Where have the days of guarding one’s heart and eyes in order to live rightly before God and remain faithful to one’s mate gone? Where have the days of seeking to reflect compassion and consideration gone? In short, where have the days of genuine Christianity gone?
It seems as though genuine and God-honoring Christianity has been placed into a small compartment called “my life”. It is a compartment that allows for Christ-likeness in great endeavors such as bible studies, but leaves no room for Christ-likeness in moments of the mundane. Unfortunately, the days of genuine Christianity have been swallowed up by a seemingly insatiable appetite for a Christ-choosing life rather than a Christ-centered life. We choose Christ when He is convenient, and keep Him in the pocket of our life when He is not. God forbid!
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