I Am a Perfect Christian in Every Way
I woke up at 5am today. I prayed for thirty minutes. Read my Bible for an hour before I did some light exercise.
On my way to work, I was stuck in a jam. A car cut into my lane without signaling. I was so tempted to be angry, but I remembered this Bible verse: “Be perfect, therefore, as your Heavenly Father is perfect.” (Matthew 5:48)
I made way for the driver and smiled.
I’m a perfect follower of Jesus Christ
As soon as I reached my office, I began to work furiously. I told myself I needed to “work with all my heart, as though working for the Lord.” (Colossians 3:23-24)
After crushing all my goals at work, soon it was time to go home and take some well-deserved rest.
At night, I put on some Christian songs before I went to bed.
I went to sleep happy, knowing I had been good and God was proud of me.
The truth is…
I’m a “perfect” Christian, maybe occasionally?
This is what most of my days look like
I struggle to wake up. (I regret staying up late watching YouTube. Damn you, Johnny Depp vs. Amber Heard.)
Instead of praying and reading my Bible, I decided to sleep in. “I need eight hours of sleep to function properly,” I told myself. (What a wonderful excuse.)
Woke up, and it was already 9am.
Rushed to work and didn’t have time for breakfast. (Heck, I will just wait for lunch.)
I was super bored at work and started playing mobile games (Tennis Clash).
After work, I was so tired that I turned to social media again to destress. (Now I’m watching Tik Toks about Amber. “My dog stepped on a bee.” “Acting isn’t for me?”)
Life feels empty.
Then I started to recall God’s kindness throughout the day.
Despite the challenging economy, I still have a business. Today, I was stuck at work and thought of the people who helped me.
During my break, I took a walk outside and watched the clouds. I saw a rainbow, which greatly encouraged me. (Genesis 9:13-15)
I went to sleep happy, knowing God is good even though I’m not a perfect Christian. (Ephesians 2:8-9)
I’m far from being perfect, even though I strive to be.
I’m comforted that I worship a perfect God who loves me. Warts and all.
