I find this terribly amusing since I am one.
But sometimes I don't act like it. And that's a good thing. At least in my over-rationalizing mind it is.
I have many dear, amazing, wonderful, godly, funny, sweet Christian friends who have been Christians all their lives. Who have never known a life of debauchery and deep personal sin and been heartbroken over it. That is not to say they haven't had struggles. I know they have ... struggles I'm not sure I could handle. Struggles they could only handle because of their faith. But our life stories, while they ended up at the same place, had very different paths.
Didn't Jesus dine with tax collectors and prostitutes?
Kind of like when I was under 30 and a single mom. I identified more with the "mid-singles" group at church than I did the "young singles" group. While my age classified me as one, my life didn't.
I like friends that I can laugh with, til wine squirts out our noses.
Oh, crud. I just admitted that I drink wine. (And beer. And sangria. Oh, golly, do I like a good sangria. Read all about it here.)
Does that make me a bad Christian?
