Every Christian I know is a hypocrite.

I am a Christian.  I, too, am a hypocrite. 

When you ask most non-religious types their main objection to having a personal faith in God through Jesus Christ, they will quite frankly admit that most Christians they know are hypocrites.  Telling others to act one way on Sunday, then going out and trampling those words during the week.  Made much worse by the proclamation (perceived or otherwise) that, once we get JC on our side, we’re perfect (unlike you, you dirty sinner).

I wouldn’t want to join that team either.  My experience has been a fairly common church-kid one, having grown up in a stable Christian home, surrounded by pretty normal folks who had long-established personal relationships with Christ for their entire lives.  Not really much cause to doubt something that was backed up so well by so many solid examples of consistency.

Now that I’m an adult, I get it.  I see how easy it is to put forth a good show in a church setting, then walk out the door and carry on as if nothing had just happened back there.  And it’s even easier to talk with God and promise that I’ll be one kind of man, when in fact I know darn well that my promise will be broken faster than you can say “ungrateful.” 

So, in a post much shorter than this topic deserves, this hypocrite walks away with one thing: hope.  I hope you (the reader) get the chance to meet amazing people who both profess Christ’s power in their lives, and act like it.  I hope that, when you meet the other 99.9% of us out there, you’ll understand that we’re fragile, weak human beings just like anyone else out there.  And it’s not that we really think we’re “perfect” or “better than you,” but we just know what we’ve found can lead to so, so much more in our lives and the lives of others (it can, but doesn’t always, because, remember, even though we’ve been forgiven in God’s eyes, we’re still too often hypocrites).

And I hold on to that hope that, just like He’s always done, God will continue to lead me and guide me towards being the man He can make me.  When Christ died on the cross, paying the debt for my failures and making it possible for me to know God personally, He knew what He was getting: all my dirtiness and hypocrisy were part of the deal, and He still decided I was worth it.  I don’t get it, but I’ll take it.  And, hopefully, my Inner Hypocrite will get the message someday, about how great a life in Christ can really be…