Recently, I went over a
Christian woman's house and I brought along the book Monster
by Frank E. Peretti that I had just purchased.
One of the people who
lived there asked if the book was any good. I told them that I hadn't
read the book yet, but that I had read the author's previous books
and that he writes good, Christian horror books.
“Monster,” they said.
“Yeah, all Christians are monsters.”
Now, I could have
responded to them about their religion and all of the things that HE
alone has done while being a member of that religion, but I didn't
because didn't have to.
I was not going to argue
with someone who thinks Christians are “Monsters”, but yet they
live in a Christian household because they don't have anywhere else
to go. In other words, a Christian took them in.
They were looking for a
fight, but I was not going to give them the satisfaction. They
weren't happy and it wasn't about me being a Christian, it was about
their life and how they wasted it making stupid decisions and bad
choices. And when I didn't respond to them like they wanted they
never bothered me or said anything else about Christians again.
I think of Luke 10:5-6
which says, “But whatever house you enter, first say, 'Peace to
this house'. And if the son of peace is there, your peace will rest
on it; if not, it will return to you.”
The son of peace was in
that house and never once did I think about leaving.
