When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not bragging.
I’m admitting I am flawed and need help.
When I say, “I am a Christian,” I don’t think I know it all.
I’m searching for truth with an open heart.
When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not claiming to be perfect.
I share the shortcomings of all humanity but trust they can be overcome.
When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not shouting, “You are lost.”
I’m saying, “I think I see a way out of this mess. Let’s go together.”
When I say, “I am a Christian,” I don’t think life is a bed of roses.
I have my share of sickness and heartache, which is why I need hope.
When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not pretending to be superior.
I’m confessing I can’t make it on my own.
When I say, “I am a Christian,” I do not wish to judge.
I have no authority; I know only that I am loved and forgiven.
My adaptation of the writing of Carol Wimmer (1988)