Around here you can’t drive five miles without seeing a church. My earliest memory is accepting Jesus into my heart. I was three. I’ve grown up in a Southern Baptist church, where I’ve learned all of the right things to say. Which is sometimes worse than just screwing up. Instead of telling people how I’m really feeling about God, I just give them the answers I learned in Sunday school. It’s easy to be lazy with my faith because I can make it look like I’m not. It’s like I’m procrastinating truly following Christ. I continually tell myself that I’ll start being a good Christian tomorrow. In reality, I’m just giving myself an excuse to never pick up my cross and follow Christ. What good is today is I keep putting off true faith until
