Are you gasping while reading the title of this blog post?
Well, it's the truth. God is not considered chic in our world.
"Oh, you're a Christian? Oh, hold on ... I think someone over there is looking for me."
"So, you believe in God? Why aren't you wearing a denim jumper?"
"Are you those people that keep knocking on my door and handing me flyers?"
"Oh, that's cool. I knew a Christian once."
"If you're a Christian, why are you drinking a beer?"
There was a time when I was less-than-thrilled to admit I was a Christian. Many of my friends weren't believers, or if they were, they were Chreasters (Chreasters = people that only go to church on Christmas and Easter). These friends were stubborn, smart, up-to-date on current affairs, loved to get into a heated debate, extremely liberal and absolutely not Christians. Why would I dare bring up my Christianity to them? They thought it was so inconsistent that an intelligent, intellectual, rational woman like me could believe in such fairy tales.
Then I realized it didn't matter. Their words did hurt, yes, but the arguments they brought up about Christianity didn't matter. And what was in it for them? Their salvation (according to their beliefs) had nothing to do with changing the minds and hearts of humans, so why would they try to change me?
Because God isn't cool.
Believing in God isn't rational, isn't logical and it's not something sane people do ... according to non-believers. And guess what -- it's contagious. All the more reason to push Christians away.
I'll keep believing what I believe, no matter how many stones are thrown at me. I am grateful for that strong thread of Christianity in me because it's my reason for living.
And really, if Christianity is so uncool, it's only a matter of time before all the hipsters get on board.
