Do Us Christians Really Do That?

As Christians we are called to live each day as though Jesus is coming back, right?

But let's be honest. Who actually does that consistently? Important to note that I don't make that statement in the "who does that?" snarky tone. But in the "if we're being honest, how many of us are that faithful every single day?" kinda way.

While that topic is a massive topic, for sure. Living life as a Christian I have learned that The Lord works with me on bite-sized things one-by-one, instead of complete brain and life overhaul overnight.

So let's focus on a small aspect of that for now.

When we are talking to people, why don't we interact as though Jesus is coming back tomorrow?

Now that's not to say we're doomsayers or anything. And it's not to say that we need to blast the Gospel like a baseball bat to the face every day. But rather when we are talking to people we have become accustomed to ONLY speaking to people in certain tones / framing / perspectives. Always one way, almost never a variety of ways. Unless the conversation gets very emotional.

I mean, if we're always only nice when we're talking to people. If we don't listen to The Lord in each conversation to determine if we should be nice. How are we actually being loving to other people? The Lord is loving towards us when he's telling us or showing us things we really don't like or want to hear. Like "you're wrong on this" or "you shouldn't have done that" or "that was sin".

Because sometimes being loving is actually not being "nice" to someone.

• Telling someone they have a drug addiction, is not "nice". But it's loving.
• Telling someone that if they don't confess to their spouse about their adultery then you will, is not "nice". But it's loving.
• Telling someone that you feel like they are gossiping is not "nice". But it's loving.

When you stop and think about it for a moment you realize some things:

• This conversation could be the only time the person would hear the truth, for the rest of their life.
• This conversation could be the only time the person was open to the truth, for the rest of their life.

Imagine the guilt we would feel finding out we were the person in that one moment when a person would have had ears to hear, and we chose to be silent?

Are we helping fill hell by being nice all the time, by being nice when we should just be truthful?