Malnourished Christians

I’ve been quiet on this blog out of fear. A fear that I have, or will eventually push the wrong button, on the wrong person, and be blacklisted from important circles. But then God kept sending quiet, gut punching messages through my close circle. Messages that were consistently backed up with scriptures…yet I didn’t write a blog. I let my fear of “Who does she think she is?”, creep in my head and cripple my hands. Day after day, week after week, hearing God tell me to move forward, but I was too afraid of the “what ifs” to trust him. And then I saw…

Not that blogging is my dream but helping people is, and how can I help people while being quiet and afraid? So if the bullets come, I pray you have good aim.

Recently, I’ve been introduced to, and have fallen in love with, the Message Bible. Very few teach and preach from it, but for me, its words and cadence flow easily and speak to me in ways only the English Standard Version does. A friend of mine came in and read the following and a piece of this has been echoing ever since…

“You’re going to find that there will be times when people will have no stomach for solid teaching but will fill up on spiritual junk food—catchy opinions that tickle their fancy. They’ll turn their backs on truth and chase mirages. But you —keep your eye on what you’re doing; accept the hard times along with the good; keep the Message alive; do a thorough job as God’s servant.”
2 Timothy 4:3-5 MSG

People have no stomach for solid teaching but will fill up on spiritual junk food…and here we arrive at malnourished Christians. So full of junk, the truth couldn’t possibly fit. So full of tradition and religion, Jesus can’t even sit next to us on a pew. So full of hell, the world doubts that heaven exists.

What are you feeding yourself? Is it full of “something is wrong with you” if you’re a single young woman while watching others praise the church pimp? Are you full of God’s love or too busy stuffing yourself with the latest gossip about the young woman struggling, yet striving? Are you too full of multiple men and/or women outside of your marriage and wouldn’t be able to recognize Jesus if He showed you the holes in His hands?

I’m bold enough to tell you that I’ve outgrown circles that no longer serve my growth. I’ve outgrown pastors who were too concerned with what was in the pews and not reaching the people we need to save. I don’t want to sit under leaders who only feel powerful when they are yelling obscenities instead of showing the love of Christ.

We’re so malnourished we don’t recognize God in our churches anymore. If our favorite preacher isn’t jumping over pews, then he or she didn’t do a good job. If a preacher has a vagina she isn’t “called to preach” and she can’t lead men. Yet in the book of Judges, Deborah (Judges 4) was called by God to lead the people (both men and women) and the people obeyed and were delivered by God through her (both men and women). When you’re dying of hunger and dying of thirst you become discombobulated and can’t focus on the necessity. So you choose to get distracted by things that do not matter and head down a path of confusion and poverty while praying for miracles of growth and abundance.

So, I urge you to take account of what you are digesting. Just because mess is presented to you does not mean you need to inhale it. Just because someone chooses to preach their personal commentary and not what thus says the Lord, doesn’t mean those seeds should go on your fertile soil. Food journals are popular amongst many people who are serious about losing weight and monitoring their health, so maybe it’s time to keep track of how much good food God you puts in you.

If chips, cookies, candy, and sodas aren’t good for your physical health, mess, drama, ignorance, back stabbing, confusion, and division aren’t good for your spiritual health either. Take inventory of what you’re digesting and stop producing malnourished Christians because it’s easier and more popular than pumping the love of Christ inside of them.


Your Sister In Abundance

Tempestt S. Smith

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