God doesn’t care if you bake your own bread. He isn’t all hung up on on whether you handknit or, gasp! storebought, that hat for your daughter’s head this winter, either.
I went to a very conservative Christian college for 2 years. Well, 1 1/2, I suppose, as I spent one semester in Hong Kong meeting Keith and falling in love. I liked the college, but it was my first real exposure to what I sometimes refer to as “creepy” Christianity. It’s Christianity with a whole slew of rules- fake, man-made, extra-special rules that qualify you to be a Super Christian.
I quickly realized that I didn’t care about any of it. I don’t care if you have a tattoo (or tattoos!). I don’t care if you kissed before your wedding day. I don’t care what kind of music you listen to. I don’t care if you celebrate Halloween. These issues were such Issues-with-a-capital-I, and I never quite got it.
Do Santa. Don’t do Santa. Buy a million gifts for your kids for Christmas. Buy no gifts for your kids and have them pick things out from the World Vision catalog. Adopt 100 kids with special needs. Don’t adopt. Can your own vegetables. Buy Libby’s in a can. Homeschool. Don’t homeschool. Drink a beer. Never touch a drop of alcohol.
But don’t make any of those things spiritual benchmarks for other people. Those things don’t have anything to do with God and His love for people.
God doesn’t love people because they fit in a little box. He doesn’t even love people more because they fit in a little box. God just plain loves people.
I care a whole lot more about you- your story, your hopes, your dreams, your fears- you as a person than about how you fit in this little (invented, fake) box of what a Christian should look like.
What other boxes do you see in Christian circles? Does any of it matter to you? Does any of it matter to God?