I was thinking today about how most of the things that Christians do… aren’t the things that Jesus did.
And I say that not in bitterness, but in clarity. I believe in Jesus. I trust Him. I follow Him. But I no longer call myself a Christian—not because I’m ashamed of Christ, but because I’m trying to honor Him more fully. The label has become something that doesn’t always reflect the life He lived or the heart He revealed.
One of the clearest pictures of Jesus—one that always brings me back to who He truly is—is the story of the woman caught in adultery. They caught her in the very act, and dragged her, most likely naked and terrified, into public shame. According to the law, she was supposed to die.
But what did Jesus do?
He knelt down. He wrote in the dirt. He stayed quiet. And when He spoke, His words cut deeper than any stone ever could:
“Let the one who is without sin cast the first stone.”
One by one, the accusers left. And when they were gone, He looked at her and said:
“Woman, where are your accusers? … Neither do I condemn you. Go, and sin no more.”
That’s Jesus. The image of God.
Sovereign. Gracious. Merciful. Slow to anger. Abundant in love. Faithful.
That’s not religion. That’s restoration.
It reminds me of Isaiah 11, where the character of Christ was prophesied long before He ever arrived in the flesh:
“He will not judge by what He sees with His eyes
or decide by what He hears with His ears.
But with righteousness He will judge…”
He doesn’t judge by appearances. He doesn’t reprove based on rumors. He doesn’t condemn people because they’re caught in something messy. He discerns with righteousness and sees what’s deeper. He sees the whole story.
So when I see people who claim His name, but spend their energy judging what they see and correcting what they hear… I know something’s off. That’s not the Spirit He walked in.
The true test of the Spirit isn’t how much Scripture you can quote or how “holy” you look. It’s whether you reflect the mercy, the discernment, and the love of Christ.
So yeah…
¿Christianity?
I’m sure that’s not what He came to start.
I think He came to start life.
And maybe it’s time we let go of the label,
and returned to the Lamb.
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