Have you ever been humble? No? Oh…well, let me tell you what it’s like.
So I’m a Christian as the title may have implied (only pagans don’t love Reese’s), and I realized that I’m not as brave in my faith as I should be. I hesitate to share the gospel or even say I’m a Christian sometimes because I’m afraid of looking stupid. I have a problem with shame, and I feel it whenever people give me “that” look. You know, the one that says, “Oh, you’re a Christian? I’ll disregard everything you say from here on out. Thanks for the heads-up.”
I’d prayed about it a while, wondering why I felt such shame when I should feel freedom. I wanted to be bold like the apostles, even in the face of death, pain, imprisonment, or worse yet, people giving me odd looks.
After that, my wife and I went shopping, and since it’s no longer Valentine’s Day, Walmart thinks it’s already Easter. But that’s okay, because they have open displays of Reese’s eggs. Now every Reese’s lover knows why the eggs, pumpkins, trees, all the holiday-themed treats are better than the normal cups: more peanut butter. More delicious chemically-enhanced peanut butter smothered in decadent chocolate picked by underpaid children in South America probably. As we passed this display, I was thinking about waiting until later in the season to enjoy that treat when my wife pointed something out to me:
A white chocolate Reese’s egg.
Some of you don’t like white chocolate. You’re thinking, “It’s not REALLY chocolate.” Well, neither is pizza, but that’s delicious, too! You don’t like it? GIMME YOURS!! And Reese’s peanut butter? The EGG-level of peanut butter? WHOO! I was on that bad boy like Lindsay Lohan on methamphetamine! I literally did a sort of hippity-hop from one side of the aisle to the other and snatched that sucker up, not giving a flying fornication who saw me lose my mind over a piece of candy.
That’s when it struck me: I’m less ashamed of my love for Reese’s than I am of Jesus freaking Christ! (Tweet that, it’s hilarious)
Is that messed up or what? I’m a believer that Jesus died for my sins and rose on the third day, and I’ll blab all about it here on the internet (read the rest of my blog. It’s amazing.) but out in the real world? I get shy and quiet, and I don’t want to rock the boat. I’d knock down a 5-year-old crippled Ethiopian kid to get some candy, but I’m too scared to even say Jesus’s name in public.
So, something has to change. The cool thing is that God only feeds us humble pie because he knows it’s good for us (pie is never good for you, but you get the point). God only points something out to correct it, not to bring shame or condemnation. So now that I’m aware, I have to do something about it, through his power. It’s time to be braver, to boldly state my faith in public, even if they look at me weird or call me names like bigot, right-winger, hypocrite, or a dozen other things.
Or maybe I just need to get more excited about Jesus, so excited that I lose my mind in public like a girl at a Justin Bieber concert. Or a girl at a Beetle’s concert. Or a girl at an Elvis Presley concert. Girls are excitable at concerts. The point is that when you really treasure something, like good candy, it’s easy for you to go a little bonkers because you love it/them so much. That’s what I really want: to grow in my love for God.
I don’t have all the answers. I’m like Paul; I haven’t gotten there yet, but I know where I need to be. And I hope my story gave you a few laughs. So, I shall try to be like the wildly passionate King David and “become even more undignified than the chicken dance at Walmart over a Reese’s.” (2 Samuel 6:22 oh-so-heavily paraphrased)
What’s your “Reese’s”?