Stop Being a Christian...BE Christ-Like.

Some days I want to turn my cape in.  I am not really a Supermom, Superwife, Superhairstylist,  I just play one...
The problem is I try.  I try to be all of the above and sometimes it gets jumbled all up.  I get my priorities screwed up.  Its hard to be all of the above....super-hard.  Its never even.  Balance is usually out of whack.  I wouldn't trade most of my super abilities....for anything.  Supermom swoops in to kiss the wounds, do the laundry and dishes, tidy up here and there,. run errands, make sure kids are semi-clean, dinner sometimes, lots of reminders to the family (homework, lunches...)...Superwife....poor hubby usually gets sidelined a lot, but I try to encourage and support.  Be there for him to kiss his wounds, remind him of things, hang out on the couch, shoulder, co captain of the parenting squad...Superhairstylist...well that can just hang there for a bit.  I love what I do...I know God gave me that gift.  I am not the greatest or the worst....I just love it.  Love doing it.  But this is where the rest comes in....5 years ago...no...how about even 1 year ago....If you asked me If I could step away from my career and give it up...I would of said...Ummm No....but ask me today...go ahead...
I would.  I would give up doing hair.  If I was asked.  By any of my centers. Centers being- God (first and foremost) and, family (hubby and kids).  I would without even thinking.
What Changed?
My heart did. 
A two by four hit me square in the head.  Because those are the wakings I need.  Not subtle hints...no I need the screaming in the ears, awakenings.
I began to really care.  I began to ask God to change me and my heart.  I prayed He would show me his plans for me.  I didn't want to be considered a christian any longer.  I wanted to be considered Christ Like.  Hmmmm confused....Let me explain.  And I mean to offend no one.  Everyone is on different walks in their lives with God.  But I got seriously tired of defending Christianity.  The shock value wore off at work, when new clients...kind of looked me over and was like...YOU? You are a Christian...I guess in some small christian cliques, they didn't think a pierced, tattoo, hairstylist could love God....I am not getting on that tangent....promise....
I was getting tired of the battle up for Christianity.  WHY in America is it such a cliche...why is it so lumped together.  All Christians have to be right winged republicans?  All Christians are homophobic? they are stay at home moms who home school their kids?  Why does it leave a bad taste in some peoples mouths?  Hypocrites.  Yep.  I hear it...a lot.  Hurt by a Christian?  Hurt by 'the Church'....
Somewhere Jesus got lost in there.  He came, he saw, he saved. He wasn't knit-picky on who followed Him, who He Saved? Who He taught?  Why is that forgotten?  Who was his core group?  They were not very liked before and after Jesus left the Earth.  He really loved everyone. 
He taught LOVE...LOVE....LOVE....he healed those who others walked over and kicked aside.  He showed compassion for those who wanted to destroy Him.  He told the greatest stories(parables) to rooms and rooms of non believers.  He didn't wait for a spotlight to shine on him.  Words to be thrown up on a screen.  There was no secret handshake.  He just loved...
So WHY is Christianity a dry subject?  It says in the BIBLE.....if I had a dime everytime I heard that.  Yes, it does.  It says a lot.  But what are Christians supposed to do?  We need to go out and tell people about HIM....it doesn't say the tell the upper middle class about HIM....It doesn't say do not tell this class or that class of people.  It doesn't say sinners can't go to church (we all are last time I checked).
What is the best way to TELL people about Jesus.  How about act like him.  AND not just for an audience.  SHOW by your actions.  Show Jesus by your own actions.  My gosh and NOT just during the holidays.  All the time.  Think about how cool it would be for God to be like....ah now thats a chip off the old block!
ACT.  When the words start stirring in your head about someones clothes, or words they said, what they are doing.  When you begin to judge them......STOP....lift them up in a quick prayer..my gosh and yourself...SHOW compassion....somehow....Smile at them.  Meet their gaze.  Don't ignore them.  Don't step over them.  Maybe God put them in front of you for a reason.  Maybe you need them.  Not just them needing you.  They are all children of God.
So I asked God to stir my heart.  To soften it.  He knew I was in for a world of hurt.  But he got me ready....a long time ago. Things happened in my life to show me a path. To get me ready so I can be there for others.  I have wounds HE healed.  Wounds that couldn't be healed with material things.  With pretend love.  So I am going to stop acting like your typical Christian, I think that is too comfortable.  I am going to act Christ Like. Thats an everyday challenge.
I have been surrounded by the most amazing group of women who have the same passion to move through the Christian Community and be Christ Like. To be first hand witnesses of the Love HE provides to heal, to capture...or more to rescue. 
He softened my heart.  Made me not so bitter.  Let me hand over a lot of the suitcases packed full of wounds.  I forgave.  That was super hard.  But I did.  I asked for forgiveness.  That is even harder.  He let me open my heart to a world of hurt...hurting women...women in hiding.  Women lost.  He handed me the most crazy God Loving women ever to be part of an army. 
So I would give up that cape.  The super-Hairstylist cape.  Id hang up my shears.  My favorite foiling comb would be put away.  All if He asked me to.  Without even bat an mascara crusted eyelash.  And that is what I am waiting for.  The next clear cut path.....because I am still me...I still need the two by four to the head.  But at least now I am willing to hear/see it! 
I am a Christian Mom.  I am a Christian Wife.  I am a follower of Christ.  I want to be Christ like in my walk.  I will walk for the ones who can't right now.  I will be a voice.  Hopefully I will be more then a whisper.