Today in church, one of our ministers, related a story about his coworker. He and his wife had accompanied their 18-year-old son to Las Vegas, where his son’s baseball team was competing in a championship game.
After the game was played the coach decided to treat the team to a dinner at a restaurant where scantily clad women preformed. This man and his wife didn’t feel that this was an appropriate place for the team to be going, but they decided to let their son make his own decision. To their dismay he got in the van to go to the restaurant with the team, as they headed back to their hotel with heavy hearts. After they had been in their hotel room for a while the man left to go on a walk. As he walked out of his room he looked down the hall and saw his son walking towards him. He said, “I thought you went to the restaurant with the team?” To which his son replied, “No, I had someone bring me back. I’m a Christian; and I need to act like one.”
I hope that someday my own boys will have the strength and faith to be the men that God desires them to be. So often I hear people talk about experiencing shame and ridicule for the sake of Christ. But sometimes I wonder if the reverse is true about me. How often does God look down at me and feel ashamed to call me His child. Do I just get in the van with everyone else, or do I stand and say, “I’m a Christian, and I’m going to act like one.” I’m not talking about preforming, or earning. I just want Him to be proud of me. I don’t think that any amount of ridicule could hurt as much as the knowledge of disappointing Him. Somehow I have to hold onto that truth, especially in the heat of the moment. How will my boys know how to stand strong if they don’t see me holding fast?