There is another side of Christianity that differs from what many associate with the word “Christian”.

Like the coin that is worn down so thin on one side, that no insignia can be observed, so does the present term “Christian” no longer resemble its original design. (Sorry for the shock.)

Flip the coin over, and we can just discern the head of the Queen and the date. There are hints of the real thing, of true Christianity, if we look a hairsbreadth away, within a slice of each believer sometimes, but we have to look closely.

What do I mean? Well, ask the modern-day person what their definition of a Christian is, and they would probably say something like, “A Christian is someone who dresses up a bit on Sunday mornings and goes to church. They sing and listen to a speaker for a bit, then come home, and eat lunch . . .

. . . but the rest of the week, they are exactly like us.”

The divorce rate among Christians and non-Christians is equivalent, premarital and extramarital sex is equivalent, and depression and suicide are equivalent.

But sometimes, if we break into a sweat polishing the coin, we can JUST discern the profile of the Queen.

The divorce rate of students who attend a PARTICULAR Christian college, tracked after 15 years, is 3%.

Huh?

The elderly couple who attend the church mentioned above, who dress up on Sunday – they smell nice. And not a smell that one can sense with the nose.

They are the kind of people that you find yourself wanting to be around.

The people that end up hearing stuff that emits from your gut involuntarily. You can trust them. There is a hint of the divine in them, if you look hard enough, past their Sunday best jacket, and look, with the eyes of Jesus, into the heart.

There are bits of char in their hearts too, however, which is the confusing part. We were looking for a Saviour, someone we could look up to, and the more we know even these saints, we are left disappointed, continuing our search.

We only found some friends.

And I guess this is the way that it is meant to be.

The people we meet on our journeys, who help us up when we fall, who hold encouraging signs saying, “Keep going! That way!”, and hold us up in their prayers, are only dirty fellow pilgrims, on their own journeys.

They can’t lead the way.

They can only shout encouragement from the sidelines.

And I guess that is the way that He likes it best. We are the ones responsible for our own journeys.

There is a certain terror in this realization once reality kicks in. WE are responsible for choosing right or left at the next fork in the road, and at the next and the next crossroads at a dizzying speed.

Can’t we just follow someone for a change?

At this exact point of desperation, when I was finally fed up and stuck, terrified that I was going the wrong way, trying to drown out the competing voices that shouted for my allegiance, I finally called out to God, pleading, “Who can I follow?”

He arrived, with an arm outstretched, offering to help me up out of the dust, brush off the tears, and to give me a hug, and a pat before gently steering me in a particular direction, onto a lonely path that few have travelled, arm in arm with Him.

There are so many rocks and roots that I was sure I would fall. He knows this. But He was there at any point to help me up again, dust me off again, point me in the right direction again. He will for you too, should you ask Him.

Should. You. Ask. Him.

That is the key question.

Will you ask God for help? He is waiting on the sidelines, one of the voices shouting encouragement.

Will you take the time today, to listen? He is waiting for you, longing for you to finally show up for coffee with Him, and to pour out your heart. He has the best advice and He will show you the way out of the briars, and onto the open road.

Don’t assume you have found the path simply because someone is cheering you on. There are cheerleaders on every path, and some are evil, disguised, of course, as good.

Come on traveller, let’s go.

Jesus is just up ahead.

Let me introduce you to Him so that He can hold your hand as you walk together. Good luck on your journey!

I turn, looking for the next traveller to cheer on.

May you do the same for the travellers you meet along the way.

Now you’ve got my feet on the life path . . .Ever since you took my hand, I’m on the right way. The Message