American Church

I have struggled quite a bit recently with the "American Church". The majority of churches I find apathetic, lifeless, comfortable, selfish, and often times have strayed so far away from their purpose that it is almost unrecognizable.

Geez, I really need to be more honest, huh?

I am tired of hearing people say things like they're worried about youth being in the building because they might spill soda or get dirt on the pew. Really? That's your main concern?

I don't think if Jesus were around today, He would be allowed in our churches. And if we did let him in, he wouldn't make it out without ridicule, judgment, and some anger from the congregants. How He lived on this earth is so far away from the Christian church of today who is commanded to imitate Him. Funny how that works.

I found this song, "My Jesus", by Todd Agnew. It is ridiculously accurate to how I have been feeling the last few weeks. Here is the lyrics and below, you can listen to it. Do it. Really. He says it way better than I could.

Which Jesus do you follow?

Which Jesus do you serve?

If Ephesians says to imitate Christ

Then why do you look so much like the world?

Cause my Jesus bled and died

He spent His time with thieves and liars

He loved the poor and accosted the arrogant

So which one do you want to be?

Blessed are the poor in spirit

Or do we pray to be blessed with the wealth of this land

Blessed are they that hunger and thirst for righteousness

Or do we ache for another taste of this world of shifting sand

Cause my Jesus bled and died for my sins

He spent His time with thieves and sluts and liars

He loved the poor and accosted the rich

So which one do you want to be?

Who is this that you follow

This picture of the American dream

If Jesus was here would you walk right by on the other side 

or fall down and worship at His holy feet

Pretty blue eyes and curly brown hair and a clear complexion

Is how you see Him as He dies for Your sins

But the Word says He was battered and scarred

Or did you miss that part

Sometimes I doubt we'd recognize Him

Cause my Jesus bled and died

He spent His time with thieves and the least of these

He loved the poor and accosted the comfortable

So which one do you want to be?

Cause my Jesus would never be accepted in my church

The blood and dirt on His feet might stain the carpet

But He reaches for the hurting and despises the proud

I think He'd prefer Beale St. to the stained glass crowd

And I know that He can hear me if I cry out loud

I want to be like my Jesus!

I want to be like my Jesus!

I want to be like my Jesus!

I want to be like my Jesus!

Not a posterchild for American prosperity, but like my Jesus

You see I'm tired of living for success and popularity

I want to be like my Jesus but I'm not sure what that means to be like You Jesus

Cause You said to live like You, love like You but then You died for me

Can I be like You Jesus?

I want to be like you Jesus!

I want to be like my Jesus!