I am Christian

I am Christian because frequently I trod the floors of sanctuaries making it's edifice my landmark.

I am Christian because my classically conditioned mind has memorized through time formalities of the faith like rhymes.

I am Christian because I be baptized of the water.

My lips regurgitate every watered down phrase that surges mind, body and soul to offer praise.

Yes I am Christian because this is what you see but the essence of who I be constitutes the illusive.

I am Christian because I was taught through operant conditioning the importance of tithes and offering.

I am Christian because my ears sing along to the gospel on melodies and daily these symphonies soothes the itch for the harmonic worldly.

I am Christian because I attend every prayer meeting to make notations of prayers that I think may be more powerful within that atmosphere.

Attend every conference to be filled and inspired, shout and perspire, rediscover the discovered through articulated sentences emerging like butterflies from the cocooned lips of speakers

I am Christian because I infiltrate your thoughts with my skill of hermeneutics.

Theologically scattering like toys worldly philosophy and ethics, defusing bombs of heresies with apologetics

Yes I am Christian because this is what you see but the essence of who I be constitutes the illusive

I am a Christian because I enjoy the company of others just like me, under one body having on mind responding to one spirit thinking that they too are Christians for reasons just like these.

Enveloped in self-righteousness, licked and sealed by approval from man being delivered to the enemy by hand, our own.

I am Christian because I admire, adore and support the artistry of gospel artist.

My mind caught on hooks.

Nice catchy hooks.

Nice beats being bait and artiest popularity the line that pulls me out of the H2o of truth and conviction. Out of the living water and with no distinction between the line attached to bait and the one increasing faith I've never grasped the ministry of spirit led ministers.

Thus critiquing is my major and rejecting is my minor.

Ejecting anything that stands against the knowledge of not Christ but I.

Me being the Pharisee of post modernism so legalism is my evangelism.

Robes drag low, head lifted high; scripture stitched on forehead still no foresight, spiritually.

Pride oozes like sweat so you smell it.

Putting nails in my coffin Christ sees it and mourns. Because one tombstone was rolled back so another tomb could hold. Pride.

I am Christian because the illusiveness of my life stands before me and testifies together with the accuser.

Under the doctrine of binding precedent stating that the wages for sin is culpable of an everlasting death they make a solid case against me the defendant.

With shame in the face I stand to face the verdict from the highest appellant court coming face to face with the Judge but he pardons me because I am Christian.

No longer Christian by action but by repentance, and because I escaped this death sentence I attempt suicide every day.

Romans 8:13, I brew it and partake daily.

Putting to death the deeds of the body suicide becomes the necessity for living.

Still I see Christianity's face slapped and the jaws broken by the absence of true sacrifice so Christianity no longer speaks.

And when he finally musters up a few words for sentences, debates about Calvinism and Lutheranism form the maxims of his fellowship for the sole purpose of intellectual orgasms.

Sacrificing the topic of salvation.

Piecing it’s chest with Theological degrees and explanations as it’s blood runs down the altar of pride and works.

Meanwhile lost souls sharing this edifice where Christianity dwells sing sacrificial hymns over chords of subjective purification.

Harmonizing the phrase "Allah Akbar, Allah Akbar" hoping to be that worthy Shaheed for the Fada'il al-Jihad.

One monk under the title of Dalai Lama places the faith of his followers on the altar of false expectant worldly peace so that hope bleeds through the pen with every treaty he signs.

Yet Christianity chases Westernized prosperity and never crosses the enemy's line.

No sacrifice.

See but it's all about sacrifice for Jesus did sacrifice.

Giving his life in love he became the sacrifice.

The bloodied sacrifice.

The innocent sacrifice.

So now I must respond to that sacrifice.

Mounting the altar daily I live in sacrifice.

Present my body as a living sacrifice to the living sacrifice.

To the risen sacrifice.

The live in dwell in me sacrifice.

I sacrifice because I am a repetitive Christian.

Snipping the umbilical cord that fed and connected me to sin I subdue it, apprehend it and use it.

With these hands that bear the blood of victims that I've mentally murdered through un-forgiveness and hate I strap myself to this altar using sin's umbilical cord, presenting my body as a living sacrifice to the Lord.

I die, I die, I die yet I live.

Finally living.

Finally inhaling grace and exhaling relief

Faith, I breathe it.

I was a Christian by the works that popularized me.

Deeds under the illusion of glorifying HIM.

Toils that constituted the illusiveness of me and you liked it.

Now I am a Christian because Christ's veins bleed and drip on me.

Staining and camouflaging scarlet sins that you didn’t and can no longer see, I am justified.

I am Christian only because love sacrificed to justify by faith and give life through grace.

It's all about sacrifice

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