Why Are We So... Predictable? By Caleb Sams

Later today, if I go to sleep, I'll wake up in my comfy bed, on my sheets, ill turn my fan off and click the alarm off on my phone. Ill turn my lights on. Ill take a long warm shower. Ill brush my teeth. Ill put on fairly nice clothes, maybe to me at least. Ill get in a car, with air conditioning and a radio. Ill drive to church. There in we will have comfortable seats. Lighted rooms, air conditioning. It's a fifth Sunday, so we'll have a fellowship meal around these parts. There will be hard backed song books,  but most likely a power point. Our Lord's Supper will be fresh bread and refrigerated grape juice. The people will all be dressed up and smell nice. There feet will be covered. A roof over our heads. We will praise God, we will pray. We will learn. Worship will definitely occur. So what's wrong?

The Man we are serving, the Son we are praising had no place to lay His head.

We rationalize that "middle-class" isn't wealthy. That we struggle to pay bills. While those bills give us homes and electricity so we can safely watch our monday night football. We get haircuts and eat out. Our money is used so simply and so swiftly that we forget the poor.

What if we worshiped unpredictably.

What if we sacrificed comfy seats for metal chairs. And the difference, went to the poor.

What if we opened the doors and the windows? and the money for light went to the homeless.

What if we prepared meals, instead of for ourselves, for the hungry.

What if we shopped at good will. and gave our American Eagle to the naked.

What if we slept on the ground, and let the restless use our beds.

What if the church that claims to follow Christ actually started to look like Him?

We follow an American dream. To hell. We as christians find it acceptable to be comfortable. To be, happy. 

Why am i not hated? by the world? Why am I not persecuted?

Jesus said I would be. Did He lie? 

No.

I missed it. 

I got it wrong. 

Complete discipleship isn't what I want it to be. It's honestly the opposite. I HAVE to suffer. It's a requirement. 

Can we start being unpredictable? Please. For our sake? For the World's?

We are the last line of defense. From God's wrath. And we are so selfish that we keep the best for ourselves. We serve a God that died for us, and we live like we deserve what we have.