{"id":6743,"date":"2021-03-13T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-03-13T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/?p=6743"},"modified":"2021-03-12T13:35:42","modified_gmt":"2021-03-12T18:35:42","slug":"when-i-say-i-am-a-christian","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/when-i-say-i-am-a-christian\/","title":{"rendered":"When I Say I Am a Christian"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n<iframe title=\"When I Say I Am a Christian 3\/13\/21\" height=\"122\" width=\"100%\" style=\"border: none;\" scrolling=\"no\" data-name=\"pb-iframe-player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.podbean.com\/media\/player\/8f3v3-fd73d7?from=pb6admin&#038;download=1&#038;version=1&#038;auto=0&#038;share=1&#038;download=1&#038;rtl=0&#038;fonts=Helvetica&#038;skin=1&#038;pfauth=&#038;btn-skin=107\"><\/iframe>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>In 1988, the poet Carol Wimmer, became concerned about the self-righteous, judgmental spirit she was seeing in some people because she felt strongly that being judgmental is a perversion of the Christian faith. So, she wrote a poem about this. It&#8217;s called &#8220;When I say I am a Christian&#8221; and it reads like this:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>&#8220;When I say, \u2018I am a Christian,&#8217; I&#8217;m not shouting, \u2018I&#8217;ve been saved!&#8217; I&#8217;m<br>whispering, \u2018I get lost!&#8217; That&#8217;s why I chose this way.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>When I say \u2018I am a Christian,&#8217; I don&#8217;t speak with human pride. I&#8217;m<br>confessing that I stumble \u2013 needing God to be my guide.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>When I say \u2018I am a Christian,&#8217; I&#8217;m not trying to be strong. I&#8217;m professing<br>that I&#8217;m weak and pray for strength to carry on.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>When I say \u2018I am a Christian,&#8217; I&#8217;m not bragging of success. <\/em><\/strong><br><strong><em>I&#8217;m admitting that I&#8217;ve failed and cannot ever pay the debt.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>When I say, \u2018I am a Christian,&#8217; I don&#8217;t think I know it all. I submit to<br>my confusion asking humbly to be taught.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>When I say \u2018I am a Christian,&#8217; I&#8217;m not claiming to be perfect. My flaws<br>are far too visible, but God believes I&#8217;m worth it.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>When I say, \u2018I am a Christian,&#8217; I still feel the sting of&nbsp;pain. I have my<br>share of heartache which is why I seek His name.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>When I say, \u2018I am a Christian,&#8217; I do not wish to judge. I have no<br>authority \u2013 I only know I&#8217;m loved.&#8221;<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Which of these hits home to YOU in your life?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>OUR PRAYERS HAVE NO EXPIRATION DATE! YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN,<\/strong><br><strong>WHERE AND HOW GOD WILL ANSWER THEM!<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In 1988, the poet Carol Wimmer, became concerned about the self-righteous, judgmental spirit she was seeing in some people because she felt strongly that being judgmental is a perversion of the Christian faith. So, she wrote a poem about this. 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