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This morning this poem was presented to me in a church bulletin. Considering the pastor’s message, the poem was right on time. I confess, I do not attend Sunday church services regularly. I know some people that know me personally are probably thinking wow she actually went to church this Sunday, Praise the Lord!

Funny… This morning the pastor made the point that just because a person sings in the choir, marches on the usher board, sits in the pulpit, or attends church every Sunday…does not mean that they are saved and/or are going to heaven. I’m glad he mentioned this because too many people get it twisted…

Anyway, I found this poem and today’s sermon thought provoking on so many levels. Perhaps you will too, enjoy!

When I Say, I Am a Christian
by Carol Wimmer,

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not shouting, “I’ve been saved!”
I’m whispering, “I get lost! That’s why I chose this way”

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I don’t speak with human pride
I’m confessing that I stumble-needing God to be my guide

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not trying to be strong
I’m professing that I’m weak and pray for strength to carry on

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not bragging of success
I’m admitting that I’ve failed and cannot ever pay the debt

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I don’t think I know it all
I submit to my confusion asking humbly to be taught

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I’m not claiming to be perfect
My flaws are far too visible but God believes I’m worth it

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I still feel the sting of pain
I have my share of heartache which is why I seek His name

When I say, “I am a Christian,” I do not wish to judge
I have no authority–I only know I’m loved