I absolutely love reality television. It is one of my favorite indulgences. The more drama…the better. I guess I kind of enjoy seeing people’s “real lives”. It makes me feel like I am not alone in my quirkiness. If camera’s were rolling at my house today, you would have found me in my PJ’s until noon, logged onto Facebook while feeding Rowan store-bought baby food. All the while wishing so badly that he would just lay down for a nap so that I could get a few things accomplished. I looked absolutely horrible and until around 3pm so did my house. That’s my reality most days. Things just aren’t that glamorous at the Bishop crib. Actually, they are pretty boring.
Tonight, I started wondering what a reality show completely centered on church goers may look like, specifically myself? I wonder if I would start out trying to impress everyone by throwing in some Praise God phrases and carefully thought out words of wisdom for the viewing audience. Or maybe I would give money to a stranger in need or leave a really good tip for the waitress serving up my Sunday lunch.
Would I put on a show or would I just be myself?
Honestly, when it comes to my faith…the showy part of Christianity often leaves me more nauseous than inspired. And the more I think about it, the show or the act of being a “Christian” is exactly the opposite of what I am supposed to do. Actions should never replace my state of heart. Real influence happens when I am Christlike, not when I act Christlike. When and where did that change? When did being a really good follower of Christ become clouded with expectations and shaded with performance? When did I allow myself to begin acting, instead of being?
My heart is aching for the freedom to be real. And not just for myself, but for everyone. I long for people to have the freedom to be themselves around me…sin and all. Not that I am excusing sin, in fact I desire freedom from sin in the church. But, how can we as a Body get freedom if no one is willing to speak up or talk about their shortfalls and struggles? After all, no one is perfect. It seems that the only way healing and freedom can flow to the pews is when I along with other Christians trade pride for vulnerability and performance for reality. It may not be easy and it’s not always comfortable, but I want to live a life worth watching.