I mean, do we even look like who we are? The fathers and mothers of the faith taught us that being a Christian means so much more than following a moral code, attending church services, and volunteering. During the explosion of the early church, we saw a birth of a people who were wild with abandon, embracing the cross rather than running from it. Christians were families who walked the outskirts of town looking for abandoned babies who were left to die, carrying them home and raising them as their own. Christians were those torn to pieces by lions in Rome. Christians were the apostles, preaching to thousands and boldly declaring truth to persecuting authorities. Christians are missionaries who go to their deaths, even as they take the Gospel to the ends of the earth. Christians openly embrace the sick and the dying. Christians burn at the stake. Christians embrace sinners with Christ-like redeeming love.
We are Christians.
When did we become so domesticated? We've lost our first love...Jesus. Instead we love tame and controllable morality. We love love that doesn't take us to the cross.
What the heck are we doing?
Kevin DeYoung says it well, “The world needs to see Christians burning, not with self-righteous fury at the sliding morals in our country, but with passion for God.” We must unleash the fire in our heart and let the Spirit burn through all the safety nets we've built for ourselves, until all we can see is God's hands holding us.
Then we'll have nothing to live for but Jesus and He can use that kind of abandon to set the world on fire with His glory. To quote Lacrae, "Get your torches high let's set ablaze the sky/Passion's a fire bright and we'll be burning forever/Set the world on fire."