You know, more and more I am doubtful that I AM a Christian.
True, I believe and love my Savior, Jesus Christ. I believe He walked on this earth, healing the sick and promoting a better life, that — if we live faithful, we are able to return and live with God someday along with our families.
I follow the teachings that he taught in the bible. I have read the New Testament, cover to cover a few times. I’m profoundly impacted by the way that Jesus helped the poor and the needy. I’m always left feeling incompetant with my own reactions to those who are truly in need.
I have pictures of the Savior in my home. I believe that just having his remembrance in our house brings peace into it. We speak often about how He would act and what we think He might do in certain situations.
I do all this. I truly believe HE is my savior, and that he knew the trials we went through this year and He sent us angels to comfort us. I believe all of that with my heart.
I think a particularly favorite argument of mine is that true Christians believe that a belief will be enough to get to you to heaven. And those darn Mormons think you need to DO something to get to heaven. As if Christ did things…. as if….
But I don’t care what you think I am. I do think that Jesus wouldn’t go around saying in “duck, duck goose” fashion — Christian, Christian, not Christian (insuing a run around the circle). I think that if the Jeffrey-Pharasees were to ask “Who amongst these people is Christian” Jesus would say who would help this beggar, or who would follow me and listen to my teachings? Or, he’d have an awesome parable to leave them in the dust, most likely confused.
So, more and more I just want to say, “I belong to the church of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints.” End of story. Honestly, it says more then enough.