Recently, I was driving with my daughter when we saw a car with 2 bumper stickers on it. The first read, “I’m NRA and I vote” and the other said, “I heart Poodles.” I turned to my daughter and said, “Ya think the poodles are packin’ too?”
Later, I was still giggling about this extremely conflicted person. When it hit me, we are all pistol packin’ poodles.
(I know, it’s scary how my mind works)
Colossians 3 talks about this. That place where the B.C. version of us (in this analogy, the NRA voter) and the new creation in Christ (poodle-loving pacifist) duke it out for the rule and reign of our behavior.
Verse 7 says: You used to do these things when your life was still part of this world. Verse 10 says: Put on your new nature, and be renewed as you learn to know your Creator and become like Him.
And I say, “used to” is still alive and well in my life.
I’ll be honest, I still want my cake and eat it too (sidenote, this saying confuses me…of course I want to eat the cake, why have cake if you’re not going to eat it? but I digress…). I want to have bits and pieces of the B.C. Steph and marry it to the new creation. I want to be a cool Christian who gets to be embraced by the world and loved by Jesus… I want to hate the sin, love the sinner (which usually means not mentioning/confronting/dealing with the Lists in verses 5 -9). I want to be a pistol packin’ poodle princess!
*insert stomping foot here*
Funny thing though… Trying to live on both sides of the fence rarely works out for the poodle.
This A.D. life with Jesus is about choosing to stay in your yard. Choosing to “put to death the sinful, earthly things lurking within you” (verse 5). And I know the things lurking in me, there aren’t enough NRA voters out there to put it all down.
so… I’m walking away reflective today–am I loving others where they are while speaking truth in love? Am I truly choosing to live for Christ and be an example of what His love can do… or am I trying to fit in with 2 places–the World and the Kingdom? If the first, I can be used by Jesus in the lives of others–in a rich and meaningful way (not just a me and Julio hangin’ in the schoolyard kind of way) If the latter, I will be ineffective in the doing and foolish in the viewing.
The next time you try to pack your poodle and pistol, remember the wise words of the Baha men: Who let the dogs out? And get back in the yard.
(That song in your head? It’s a gift 😉 C’mon, sing it with me, Who? Who? Who? Who let the dogs out?…….)