I’m a Christian, please don’t judge me

I have a friendly neighbour. We’ve shared the same driveway since my family and I moved to Medicine Hat from out of province a year and a half ago. Our neighbourly interactions have been pretty limited. Our usual routine when I see him out front is to ask “How’s it going?” To which he responds— with a statement that changes intent based entirely on his tone of voice — “Another day in paradise!”

Our little corner of the neighbourhood has a way of gathering on his front lawn. Perhaps it’s the barbecue that’s a fixture in his yard, or his kids who seem quite at home up and down our street, or maybe just his hospitable nature. Truth be told, if it isn’t actually another day in paradise, a few good friends, burgers on the grill and a refreshing beverage in hand can go a long way to making it feel true. On our street, he’s the cool kid, and I admire him for it.

I imagine there was a time, perhaps sometime around 1964, that Christians defined mainstream culture in North America. I’m all too aware that time has passed. For the most part I’m not that concerned about it. The problem for us Christians is that we don’t get to be the cool kids anymore. This is pretty hard for some of us to take.

One of the complaints I hear most often is that Christians are so judgmental. I understand that but most of the Christians I know are actually quite gracious. They’re your friendly neighbour, or your patient mechanic. You may be surprised to learn they’re your diligent lawyer, or your caring nurse. Most of the Christians I know aren’t interested in lecturing you on how you’ve got things wrong. We’re people like you, just trying to make our way through a difficult and confusing life as best as we know how.

I like my neighbour, and I think he doesn’t mind me too much himself. Though he has expressed some concern that I may cast judgment on the impromptu block parties that have a wonderful way of spontaneously happening on his front step, I assure you I’m more worried that he’ll judge me for the dress pants and tie I put on each Sunday morning. I’m in the minority now, I don’t get the luxury of judging others. So, next time you’re throwing a party, please feel free to invite me over (even if I insist on bringing root beer). I’ll appreciate the chance to hang out with the cool kids.

I’m a Christian. I’m actually a lot like you. Please don’t judge me.

Kevin Koop is pastor at Crestwood Mennonite Brethren Church.