I have a hard time with being a cheesy Christian. With the idea of being cheesy while being a Christian. With being cheesy. With cheese. Basically I eat too much cheese and I decided to write about it. No. Just kidding. Well sort of.
And you wonder, dear Brenda, how can you eat so much cheese and not get a little chub chub? Oh, friends, you ask all the right questions. You see, I wear forgiving clothes and then sometimes I run. I run a lot.
Then I get thoughts in my head about proving to people that I run, and I act on those thoughts and sign up for races.
Races.
Like, with people that run fast.
And this is where cheesy Christian Brenda inserts Hebrews 12:1 which talks about running with endurance the race with is set before us. I know you’re just dying to know a secret: I hate/love races. I actually hate/love running (see: cheese consumption).
So where is this going, besides the Velveeta factory? I’m trying to find a nice balance between letting the Lord be a part of everything I do (“Lord, flossing sucks, but I know you can clear out all the gunk in my being, so I’ll let you, ready set go”) and not going off the deep end with the verse references, start thumping the Bible so hard that no one can hear what I’m saying. How do I floss with God (question: Does God floss?) and stay normal? (What’s normal?)
I’m digressing. So I run these dumb races (with good friends because misery loves company) and I also want to be the best at everything. Just absolutely everything. I don’t care if you’re an Olympic gold medalist, I eat cheese better than you. So there.
The truth is we should run the race of the Christian life with endurance (that means when the going gets tough, keep pushing through, take His all-fitting life, don’t get all pouty and write on the internet about it) and we should settle with not being the best at everything. This is sad talk.
But you know what? Jesus is a Person. (capital P for emphasis and because I’m not sure if it’s supposed to be capitalized or not, I’m not the best at the science of capitalization, see what I’m sayin?) He’s got the “endurance” thing down pat. I know because He’s been the Enduring One in me. I know because I’m not the best at anything, really.
I know because I’ve run and fallen and run some more (with a cramp and a limp and a runny nose), and a lot of times I just can’t take it with all this literal and spiritual running so I sit and eat cheese. So sue me already.
And maybe that doesn’t define the Christian life, but the “best” isn’t here, I told you.















