I'm A Hypocritical Christian

I'm A Hypocritical Christian

It's not something I'm proud of, but it's something I accept because God's grace is greater.

I’m not a very wise person. I too often speak before I think, and a lot of what I say shouldn’t be shared or doesn’t make sense. But one thing I’ve learned over the years that I feel is worth sharing is the simple truth that people—no matter how much we pretend to be—are most definitely not perfect. And I can’t expect them to be. I am certainly no exception. I mess up all the time. I act on impulse, letting my heart control my mouth. That’s never a good thing. I have prejudices and judgments and silly misconceptions that warp my thinking. I am naturally selfish, and I let skewed priorities dictate how I spend my time. I am very far from perfect. I’m galaxies away from perfect.

But as a Christian, I’ve learned that I have to accept that I live in a broken world. I live in a broken world, in a broken body, surrounded by broken souls. That's a lot of brokenness. Sin is real and corrupting and perhaps most of all, tempting. Everyone struggles with it. Everyone. That is a basic principle of Christianity. ALL have sinned. If we didn’t struggle with it, there’d be no need for a savior, for a loving and merciful God who sacrificed everything so we wouldn’t have to. Yet I’m still continually surprised when I discover that truth over and over again in every day life. Why? Why am I surprised by the corruption, greed, and hatred that permeates every aspect of our society?

The answer is simple. I still find myself expecting perfection in a world that is fundamentally broken. I have forgotten that while we are in the world, Christians are not of the world. This is not our true home, thank the Lord. We are set apart, as Philippians 3:20-21 tells us:

"But our citizenship is in heaven, and from it we await a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, who will transform our lowly body to be like his glorious body, by the power that enables him even to subject all things to himself."

We were not made for this broken, dark world. Our true, everlasting citizenship isn’t this country or anywhere else on this earth. It’s in a perfect kingdom with a perfect Savior. Yeah, that sounds a heck of a lot better than what we've got here. Still, while we are here, we have to face the trials that come with living in a world dominated by sin. That means we can't be perfect. We are going to mess up. It's inevitable. But that's certainly not a free pass to sin. Most definitely not. However, Hebrews 4:15-16 is a great encourager:

"For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin. Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need."

We are not perfect, but our loving and holy Father is. His grace and mercy free us from the burden of trying to conquer sin on our own. As Christians, we are never alone. Never. Not even when we feel overwhelmed by our own brokenness and the world seems to be crumbling into pieces. Even when imperfect people fail you, even when you feel you've failed yourself, God will always, always, always love you more than you could ever comprehend. He is not bound by this broken world and He is not corrupted by the sin we daily face. His love is pure in every way.

Christians are often given the label of hypocrites because, well, we are. Everyone is a hypocrite at some point in their life. But because of what we believe, Christians are held to a higher standard. We’re expected to be perfect, to never mess up, and if one Christian shows corruption, the whole system must be corrupt, right? Well, no. If you believe that, please, please, please don’t let the sin of someone else keep you from accepting the grace of a loving God. We are all sinful. We all make mistakes. Christians (or at least the ones that have truly taken their proclaimed faith to heart) accept that they will sin. Yes, we can be hypocrites. We can, and often do, proclaim love and practice hatred. Yet my response to those who would use our failings to prove Christianity a hypocritical religion is simply this:

Hypocrisy is a world that demands perfection of people who have accepted their own brokenness.

I am, on my own, perfectly broken. I live in a broken world of broken people and I am no different. Until the day I die, I will struggle with sin. Through God's strength, I can fight it. But until the day my heart stops beating and I finally get to go home, I will make mistakes. Just as God has and will continue to show me incredible grace and mercy, should I not show that same amazing grace and mercy to those who are making mistakes right alongside me?

Cover Image Credit: http://www.gbclaquinta.com

Popular Right Now

I'm A Woman And You Can't Convince Me Breastfeeding In Public Is OK In 2019

Sorry, not sorry.


Lately, I have seen so many people going off on social media about how people shouldn't be upset with mothers breastfeeding in public. You know what? I disagree.

There's a huge difference between being modest while breastfeeding and just being straight up careless, trashy and disrespectful to those around you. Why don't you try popping out a boob without a baby attached to it and see how long it takes for you to get arrested for public indecency? Strange how that works, right?

So many people talking about it bring up the point of how we shouldn't "sexualize" breastfeeding and seeing a woman's breasts while doing so. Actually, all of these people are missing the point. It's not sexual, it's just purely immodest and disrespectful.

If you see a girl in a shirt cut too low, you call her a slut. If you see a celebrity post a nude photo, you call them immodest and a terrible role model. What makes you think that pulling out a breast in the middle of public is different, regardless of what you're doing with it?

If I'm eating in a restaurant, I would be disgusted if the person at the table next to me had their bare feet out while they were eating. It's just not appropriate. Neither is pulling out your breast for the entire general public to see.

Nobody asked you to put a blanket over your kid's head to feed them. Nobody asked you to go feed them in a dirty bathroom. But you don't need to basically be topless to feed your kid. Growing up, I watched my mom feed my younger siblings in public. She never shied away from it, but the way she did it was always tasteful and never drew attention. She would cover herself up while doing it. She would make sure that nothing inappropriate could be seen. She was lowkey about it.

Mindblowing, right? Wait, you can actually breastfeed in public and not have to show everyone what you're doing? What a revolutionary idea!

There is nothing wrong with feeding your baby. It's something you need to do, it's a part of life. But there is definitely something wrong with thinking it's fine to expose yourself to the entire world while doing it. Nobody wants to see it. Nobody cares if you're feeding your kid. Nobody cares if you're trying to make some sort of weird "feminist" statement by showing them your boobs.

Cover up. Be modest. Be mindful. Be respectful. Don't want to see my boobs? Good, I don't want to see yours either. Hard to believe, I know.

Related Content

Connect with a generation
of new voices.

We are students, thinkers, influencers, and communities sharing our ideas with the world. Join our platform to create and discover content that actually matters to you.

Learn more Start Creating

How To Trust When You Feel Reluctant

How my sweet niece taught me the ropes of trust.


What does it exactly mean to "trust"? I'm not too sure. I think that trust has so many different levels, and manifests differently given the scenario. The general definition is something like this.

The firm belief in the reliability, truth, ability, or strength in something or someone.

Which makes sense, but how trust materializes can be a really interesting, malleable thing. Yesterday, I was sitting on my couch staring out the window, all curled up in a blanket. I heard a little knock at the door, my niece and her Mimi poked their heads in. Little girl had just woken up from her nap, and Mimi was seeing if I might want to get some snuggles.

Oh, I just couldn't help but love her even more with those sleepy, little, quiet eyes and slow movements. Mimi placed her in my arms, but when she did, I could see some tension move into that little one's shoulders. She was a little more rigid. Still sitting with me, but stiff, not quite sure if I was safe. Then, she looked up at me and studied my face for a few small moments. She gave me her sweet smile and then she snuggled her shoulders and leaned in. There it was, trust in the sweetest of ways.

We were both just tucked in for 10 minutes or so, exchanging peeking smiles, and looking at each other's hands and fingers. All the while, my little niece was reminding me of myself.

Just 15 minutes before she came in, I was feeling that same stiffness in my shoulders, the tension of the day and my agenda. A rigid discomfort, and unsureness of where I was. I felt questions rising up in me. I was sitting in what I knew was right at the moment, but stiffly. Just like my little niece, still sitting and accepting the situation, but not eagerly.

It's a bummer, but I think I actually do this pretty often. I will accept the current that I'm swimming in and agree, yes, I'm in the right lane, but I'm not exactly embracing it. In this world, flavors change and we are called to adapt. That adaptation doesn't always come within a flicker or a blink. We might do so a little reluctantly, hesitantly, and cautiously. My niece taught me something so dear and so beloved yesterday. She taught me the exact answer of what to do when that stiffness starts to crumble your trust.

She reminded herself who was holding her. She studied my face and recalled where she had seen it before. And then she determined me safe.

Bring on the snuggles.

I found myself taking my nieces advice, and practicing this same remembrance. I needed to behold the face of my Father and study it, seek it. I had to remind myself of whose I am and where I am, how carefully I am held, how beloved I am, and how His Truth is the only certainty that I need.

"You have said, 'Seek My face.' My heart says to you, 'Your face, Lord, do I seek.'" (Psalm 27:8)

We must remind ourselves of those moments we came to know Him better, a wrinkle of His face, or a tender commonality that we've seen in His kindness. Take note of each encounter, and hold the things you learn as treasure with full trust and assurance. Allow yourself to really weigh into Him. Give every piece of yourself, because in His truth are the delights of trust, of reassurance, of quietness, and peace.

My little niece reminded me that far greater than anything can we behold on earth, is beholding Jesus' face.

Related Content

Facebook Comments