Wow, it's been a while

I haven't posted in months, and I'm pretty disappointed myself. I started this to sort of catalog my thoughts, anything from movie reviews, restaraunt reviews, to a serious look at my life as I try to follow what God wants for me in ministry. Regardless if anyone ever reads these posts, it's kind of therepeutic to get these thought out of my head. Hopefully from this point forward I will have at least one post a week.

Why do we Christians cry foul?

As a christian I can't help but to get aggravated on occasion by the behavior of other christians. Recently while watching the news I saw that an atheist group is putting out an ad that says "why believe in god...just be good for goodness sake." Now to me it's a free country, and if someone, anyone wants to put their message out there for the masses I say go for it, even if it goes directly against what believe. No sooner had those thoughts crossed my mind that the television became filled with angry christians crying about how we are so persecuted today, and everyone is out to get us. Well boo hoo. At least we aren't the lighting for some ancient dinner party (for those who may be confused christians used to be burned alive to provide lighting for parties in ancient rome). And what about the christians who were fed to hungry lions in the name of entertainment. What a shame, I mean have we become so spiritually soft? Was it not Jesus himself who said that we would be hated for his names sake. It just seems like an awful lot of christians are the first ones to point out someone elses faults, but are offended when someone says something that goes against their beliefs. Now I am not saying that I am made of stone. I too have felt the sting when someone speaks out or acts out against God. But rather than get heated and pissed off when someone kicks over the nativity scene in our lawn, maybe we should just pray for those who hate us and thank God in heaven that mean words are the only thing we have to deal with. I can't remember the last time I had to hide in my house to worship God for fear that I would be dragged out in the street and shot in the back of the head. All I'm saying is lets be greatful for where we are.