Christian D-Bags

Hipster. Soul patch. TOMS. Skinny jeans cuffed to capris. Cool guys that walk into a room and want to own it. Announcing their arrival. Deep Vs. Big voices and insincere intonations. No eye contact. Scanning the room for something better. Bloggers. Tweeters. Facebook chatters. Macs.

Christian D-Bags.

I preach sincerity. I preach authenticity. I preach that judgment is left for God and God alone. I stand up in front of high schoolers and church goers and co-workers and say that. Over and over again. And then, in my heart, I see those guys and call them douchebags. In my heart or out loud, it doesn't matter.

So which is worse? The too cool for school hipster douchebags or the girl that preaches authenticity and authenticly judges them in her heart? I wonder how honest I am willing to be. I wonder how honest we are ALL willing to be.

What's the point of a rambling blog if I am trying to be something I'm not?  I myself am a Christian douchebag whether or not I want to admit it. What I am is a girl that needs a heart transplant, just like the rest of us. So here's to hoping we all check into the hospital. Before it's too late.

-Liz