A couple weeks ago I was having a conversation with some friends. I began explaining to them why my wife and I don't particularly like going to church services on Sundays. As I explained myself I came to understand what it is that puts me off more clearly.
I don't like going to church on Sundays because I feel like I have to put on my Christian smile and live like all is well. And I do this, because I feel like everyone else is doing this—and expects it! No one wants to get down and dirty.
Now of course this is a gross generalization, and on top of that, an age old complaint that we've all dealt with at least once in our life. But the words that came after just rang so true.
We go to church and try to be salty around other Christians on Sunday and then every other day we're just our true selves to everyone else, our co-workers, our family, our friends.
That was it! That's what nagged at me so much. It was this reversal of authenticity. This terrible habit of being salt in the church, instead of being salt to the world. This awful lifestyle of being salt in the church, instead of—genuine, authentic—blunt objects of iron to bump up against and get sharp.
Let's be stones in the church—not salt.
Let's quit pretending.
Love must be sincere.