South Hills Santa Clarita

Have you ever not wanted to admit you’re a Christian? Because I’ll be real with you, I have. Many of times. And it has nothing to do with my belief in or devotion to Jesus. It has to do with my suspicion that different people define that word in very different ways. And some of those descriptions are things I don’t want to be associated with.  Maybe you’ve been there. Someone saw that you were tagged in a church post or noticed you reading your Bible on your lunch break or were incognito putting Easter invites on windshields after work. And they asked you point blank, “Are you a Christian?” And you said something like, “Well…I’m a Christ follower.” Or “I believe in Jesus, but…” Or “I really like MY church, but…” Or “I guess technically I am, but not the kind you’re thinking” even though you have no idea what they’re thinking.  Maybe none of this has ever occurred to you, but you’ve tried inviting people to church before and they looked at you like you were crazy to think they’d want anything to do with that.