In all seriousness, my life was easy before I became a Christian. I was a Christian basher, an evangelical athiest, if you will. If I found someone
who was religious at all, I would see them as intellectually weak, and go enlighten them. Yet, the fools never seemed to buy into my cold, hard logic.
However, life was easy, I did what I wanted, when I wanted, and got to see myself as intellectually superior and mentally stronger than all the
religious crutch-walkers out there.
Then, through an unfortunate series of events, I could no longer continue to honestly say there was no God, and became convinced Jesus Christ was my
savior. (Did a little too much research to refute Christians, it seems...) Life just did a 180, and became anything but easy. I wouldn't tell anyone,
for a while, that I was a Christian. This was because I knew people would think I was weak and intellectually inferior if I did; after all, I had done
the same. I lost a lot of friends upon my conversion because they, "thought I was better than that." My life was turned upside down. The easy route
would be to ignore this God that I knew beyond a shadow of doubt existed and continue to continue, reject it, which would be intellectually dishonest
of me since I know
there is a God, or try to live the life I'd like to be living, for God. It took me 4 years, but I moved from the first
option, of hiding it, to living for Christ out loud.
This easy, crutced life has been anything but. I'm sure many of you have seen how some people react to Christians stating their interpretations of
the Bible. They're often met, by certain individuals, with name calling, condescending and pretentious comments, and a supposed loss of respect
(though in reality that respect never existed). Real life is about 10 times worse. Here, if someone gets in your face, you can back off, wait until
you calm down if they really upset you, and respond in a decent manner. In real life, there are some people who hone in on you and just pick, pick,
pick until they get bored or get an explosive reaction out of you. Then they make some comment about Christ supporting love, and you seem filled with
hate, and they walk away, thinking, I duuno, that they're better than that person they just tweeked to the point of losing self control.
There are many other instances of where my life has gotten a lot harder since I picked up my crutch compared to the days when I was knocking people's
crutches from beneath them. However, I have to get to work, so I'll end it there. I'm sure there are other stories people can tell you about how
much easier their mental lives have become since they picked up this mental crutch themselves.
There is a short story where the lead character is a special ops dude for the US. He's down in South America on an operation and starts talking to a
missionary there. He has complete disrespect for the missionary, and tells him so openly. The missionary listens as this special ops guy is saying
Christianity is for those too weak to be accountable for their own decisions; Christianity is for the weak, the cowards in life who can't face it.
The missionary just looked at him after he was finished and says, "you came out to this dangerous land. You knew there would be dangers, people and
nature would be trying to kill you. You armed yourself with guns, grenades, and years of training to kill. I knew the same things coming here, and I
brought a Bible. Which of us is the coward?"
I really liked that