I heard the phrase “authentic Christianity” the other day and it really stuck with me. “Am I an authentic Christian?” I asked myself. And I knew the answer. No. No, I am not. But, I think God is showing me what authentic Christianity is even before I knew that’s what he was doing. I had prayed that God would lead me to a new church. I had decided that the church I was attending was not growing my relationship with the Lord in this particular season of my life. It had done so much for me in the past. I was baptized there and I fell in love with my Lord there, but in this time of my life it was not where I needed to be.
I told my big what I had been praying one day and she invited me to her church, Frontline. I said I would go and she and her fiancé were so gracious to let me tag along with them. That Sunday, I was reminded how fun it is to worship God and learn about Him. When I think of authentic Christianity, I think of Frontline. This place is a church. Young, old, homeless, single, married, male, female, tattooed and clean cut are all found in this church. It is a smorgasbord of people and I love it.
When I walk into the beautiful building in Oklahoma City, I want to be an authentic Christian. I want to dance in the Lord’s presence, sit in the pew all day and learn about him, sing praises to his name and dwell in the house of the Lord. In those moments I am only a daughter of the Lord, nothing else, and that is beautiful. I’m not there because it’s what I’ve done since the fourth grade or to save face among my fellow church goers, but because I want to be with God. It is authentic Christianity.
Before I even knew what he was doing, he had a plan. I am learning what it means to be an authentic Christian through this church that was an answered prayer by the hands of my big and her fiancé. My spirit is thirsty for his fellowship and to show others how sweet this relationship can be. I’m thankful that this church has reminded me when my flesh has failed at loving God and showed me what authentic Christianity looks like in the mess of life.