What is a born-again Christian?
All of us have a completely different mental image pop into our head with those words. For some, it will be a pleasant experience; for others, it will mock their very existence.
To someone who has seen the light, that rush of warmth and love and peace rolls back in. It’s like wistfully remembering your first love, and all the fireworks. It’s remembering that Aha! moment.
I can’t describe every version of born-again-Christians out there, but I can show you a few stereotypes I have held onto at different times in my life. They can seem like raging lunatics.
An old disheveled man approached me once while I was walking downtown with my crutches. He told me God was coming.
“God has already judged you”, he whispered and his eyes flashed with glee. It was a right scary moment. Hair went up on the back of my neck, but I scoffed at him and shooed him aside. I was indignant to be judged by this homeless thing.
Maybe he was right?
Before I tell you what kind of born-again Christian I am, you already had thoughts pop up in your head as to who I am. So go ahead and judge.
I’m a bitch, I’m a lover
I’m a child, I’m a mother
I’m a sinner, I’m a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I’m your Hell, I’m your dream
I’m nothing in between
You know you wouldn’t want it any other way
~ Meredith Brooks
As long as God knows who I am, that’s all I need.
P.S. sorry this post is late! My bad…