I am a Christian.
Do not look at me differently,
Do not roll your eyes or scoff.
Do not lump me in with every other Christian
You have ever met
Or heard of.
Do not assume that I am like the Westboro Baptists,
Or that I only believe what I do because of my parents.
Do not question my sanity.
Do not assume you know my views or my reasons,
But please, ask.
Do not suppose I will be extreme,
Or that I live under a rock.
Do not think I am naïve or a saint,
Or that I expect everyone to live
By what I think is right.
Do not presume that I fit your stereotypes, whatever they might be.
Do not take for granted that I have no idea how to have fun.
Do not associate church or my faith with being boring.
Do not suppose that you understand me or the depths of what I believe.


Please just do not assume that because you know one, you know all.
I am a Christian.
Ask me why.
Ask me about my thoughts on the world,
Or on political issues.
I will gladly tell you whatever you’d like to know.
Ask me about the wonderful moments of God I see around me.
Ask me what evidence I have.
Tell me all about what you believe.
Talk to me without reservations or awkwardness.
Ask me what traditions my family has, or how we celebrate holidays.
Ask me what makes me different.
Laugh with me about the children I babysit during Bible study.
Cry with me when someone passes away.
Look with me to see the ways God is working in the world.
Give thanks with me before dinner.
Join me at church one day to see what it’s like for yourself.
Love with me all the lost people in the world.
Love yourself.
I am a Christian.

Slippery roads throwing you off track,
falling backwards, flat out on your back.
Sights and sounds fading out;
                   down for the count.

Sleep tight and eat right.
Spend each night thinking about
                                  the right track
Track your steps back through
the slushed snow and gravel dusted road.

Your abode; long gone, burnt black from
firey lights shone bright through the fog of dawn.
No more thoughts of home,
                                                 just the road to roam.

I'm drunk and I'm drunk with bitterness.
One lucky man he must be;
seeing you by his side in the morning
as I once did.
How am I? My pals ask.
Never (getting) better.

as i watch the rain fall from above.
you the one that cross my mind;
then suddenly your visionary image just faded away.

if only, i could be with you,
if only, i could say things unsaid
if only you knew those feelings i have for you.