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- January 2013
By Helen Curtis
The choice should be obvious; grab the apple, leave the chocolate. The apple is so full of vitamins and minerals and is incredibly good for me.
But the chocolate is taunting me from its bright, psychedelic-colored box,
Come on, you know you want me. You know when you unwrap my cellophane that I am going to taste so incredibly scrumptious. How many times have you held a piece of fruit expectantly, only to find it sour or bland and tasteless? I, on the other hand, always taste good and you know it.
Did that Snickers bar just wink at me? Yep, I definitely need the full-on sugar fix.
Sometimes I wonder if this isn’t the state of the modern-day church, or at least the way we present the Gospel. Let me explain.
The Gospel of Christianity is like fruit. It is good! It is not just a nice story; it is the Good News of Jesus Christ’s birth, death and resurrection. It declares that we can receive salvation and full access to the Father, and all that is in his wonderful Kingdom of Heaven, because of His great sacrifice, giving His only son to pay the penalty of sin, that being death.
There are parts of the Gospel which are sweet and juicy and refreshing. We have no qualms in preaching these tenets of the Scriptures: abundant blessings, joy and peace, love and acceptance. Ah yes, how we love to share of these things to the lost and enslaved masses.
But there are parts of the Gospel which are not so sweet to the taste of our fickle spirits. Scriptures which command obedience, change, devotion, sacrifice. These are the sour apples, the not-so-easy to swallow inclusions of the Gospel. As Christians, we can become overwhelmed by their distasteful nature, causing us to question if the Gospel will be rejected because of them.
And so, instead of presenting the nutritious truth, sometimes we choose to offer Candy-bar Christianity. This shiny and tasty, yet nutritionally-deficient, brand of Christianity is chock-full of sweet temptation, imitation flavor enhancers, and cheap, fatty spiritual misconceptions.
This quick-fix sugar rush offers everything for next to nothing, declaring salvation to be easy, requiring nothing on our part. It is advertised as “fun” and “happy,” appealing to people’s feelings, entertaining them and letting them believe that how they feel is more important than what they know. The benefits of accepting Christ are peddled like an old-fashioned cure-all tonic. Worship is loud, exciting, emotional, enjoyable. Friendships are little more than a, “Hi, how’re you going?” on a Sunday. They appear real, but so often they are a mirage; a false image of God’s intention of deep, love-based relationships.
Many choose to sell this kind of saccharine-sweet Christianity, and many accept it, indulging in its apparent goodness until the initial high disappears and they are left with exactly what they purchased – an empty wrapper and a deep, unsatisfied hunger within.
The Word of God is beautiful. It nourishes and feeds the weakest of souls, and sates the thirstiest spirit. Let us determine in our hearts to not mock the truth of God, to not minimize or belittle the greatest sacrifice ever made for humanity by offering Candy-bar Christianity to the world. Let us trust in the power of the Holy Spirit to entice even the hardest of hearts to the truth, no matter how hard it may be to swallow.
Just as fruit is good, not because of how it tastes but because of what it is, so our magnificent God is good because of who he is. His Word needs no repackaging; nothing we can do will make him more palatable than he already is to humanity. All we need do is share the truth; let’s leave the enticing to the Holy Spirit.
Taste and see that the LORD is good;
blessed is the one who takes refuge in him.
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HELEN CURTIS is a 37-year-old mother of three boys from Adelaide, South Australia. Whilst she isn’t so keen on the housework, she loves being a stay at home mum to her three boys. Having battled depression for most of her adult life, Helen knows only too well the roller coaster that this illness can be and strives to find the good in all situations. Helen has a strong faith in God and reminds herself to hold on to what she knows, not what she feels when things get tough. Helen knows she is loved by God, loved by her family, and has a purpose. You can read more by Helen at FaithWriters.