Can You Trust Christians? (John 2)

Now when he was in Jerusalem at the Passover Feast, many believed in his name when they saw the signs that he was doing. But Jesus on his part did not entrust himself to them, because he knew all people and needed no one to bear witness about man, for he himself knew what was in man.

Have you ever been cut-off in traffic by someone and as they nearly run you off the road and speed off, the last thing you see is their “fish” on the back of their car? I remember a friend telling me the story of a lady who was not driving quite fast enough for the guy who sped around her and told “you’re number one” with a hand gesture. She was on her way to church on a Sunday morning and I guess this guy was in a hurry… well, every turn, turn for turn, she made, the impatient and expressive man also made before her, until… (you guessed it) he pulled into her church parking lot. He jumped out of his car ready for a fight, after all, “why were you following me!” Well, as soon as he saw the lady, he recognized her as a fellow church member and he blushed for a whole new reason.

Just because someone knows Jesus does not mean they have reached the finish-line of fully a fully mature and sanctified Christian, in fact, we’re all a work in progress. Don’t feel like people need to trust you or somehow give you more leeway, after all “I’m a Christian.” Jesus understood this, we all need accountability. Jesus loved them, he shared the words of life with them, but didn’t trust them as far as he could throw them 🙂

If you put a fish or a cross on the ad for your business, please try to keep it to a higher standard… If you hire a Christian, please pay them fairly and understand, they’re trying to follow Jesus, they aren’t Jesus. Trust, but verify…

People are people, I’m one and you are too, we all need Jesus, every single day…

About John Harris

I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.
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