Hello and welcome to Jabbering 'bout Jesus. This blog has been inspired by a few people who often tell me how I never shut up jabbering about Jesus and all the good things he has done in my life.
By the way if the phrase Jabbering 'Bout Jesus has not yet been claimed I shall be coining it as something new. It has quite a ring to it don't you think?
I've taken the decision to write this blog as I've often been told that learning about Jesus is boring, reading the Bible isn't enjoyable and Christians are way too serious.
In some instances I'm inclined to agree. As a born again Christian there existed a time, long ago, when being yelled at by a street preacher telling me how I was a sinner and going to hell, didn't really appeal to me.
In fact even now with my new found halo and holier than thou state, I still despair at this sight. Whilst it does not offend me as it did prior to having Jesus in my life, I think it is that the said 'preacher' makes the assumption that everyone within the vicinity of the tirade does not know Jesus, that irks me.
Often I find myself tempted to yell back "you're alright mate I'm saved". But, in glancing down to my WWJD bracelet (which is imaginary, I don't wear one) I'm reminded that the heart of the street preacher is in the right place. Maybe it's the method that's questionable.
Granted, all this can be taken as too serious however, surely it cannot be branded boring.
Openly Jabberin' 'Bout Jesus in a public space, potentially facing the wrath of the general public for implying they will go to hell can surely be deemed a potentially life threatening situation.
Where's the boredom in that?
Unfortunately, one day I capitulated to temptation and found myself drawn to a street preacher in order to 'air my views' about assuming that every person crossing his path was hell bound.
I caught his eye, the suspense and tension mounting as I approached him. He was more used to people ignoring him or turning his back on him. He gave the impression that people only approached him to slap him.
In a synchronised movement we glanced down to consult our WWJD bracelets realising that we're each not wearing one.
How do I stop this lunatic from slapping me? (the preacher thought).
How do I stop myself from slapping him I thought to myself?
The result, an uncomfortable Christian hug. In the end all pent up frustration had subsided by the time I reached him. My WWJD non-existent bracelet had done it's job.
Jesus would have just loved him, had a bit of banter with him and possibly taken him for a wine at Yates in Wolverhampton, where this whole tension filled event occurred.
Jabbering 'bout Jesus is a risky business, but we shouldn't take it to the extreme that we become overbearing and serious.
God has a sense of humour and to claim that the author of life is boring is simply unthinkable.
The issue is that Christians have an epic message, but the way it's connected to modern life is often misdirected.
The aim of this blog is to introduce modern methods that facilitate the telling of the greatest story ever written.
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