By Patrick Hawthorne
I’m a hypocrite. I’m the one you look for, the one you need in order to justify your own actions. You look at me. With swelled chest you shout, “How dare you judge my life style when yours is far from perfect!”
I’m a hypocrite. I’m the one you laugh at and mock when I stumble and fall. “Come see the failure,” you boast! “Come see the one who claims to love Jesus, yet this is how he behaves.”
I’m a hypocrite. I’m the one you use as an excuse to not grace the doors of a church with your presence. “Why, I will never attend church because they are all hypocrites. They speak one way, but look at them…frauds; the whole lot of them.”
I’m a hypocrite. I speak one way, but sometimes my actions show otherwise. I sometimes get angry, irritable, sad, depressed, lustful, hateful, spiteful, loveless, joyless, and just all around honorary.
I’m a hypocrite. Too often, I make claims that are too large for my faith to cash and then I become laden with doubt. To this you joyfully exclaim, “What buffoons! Don’t you know that whatever will be, will be?”
I’m a hypocrite. There, I admitted it! If you are looking for me to be your excuse for living a lifestyle contrary to what you know to be right, then print this page and keep it as your hall pass. What about me? I’m headed to church with the other hypocrites so that I can learn how to receive the healing that I so greatly desire.
I’m headed to church so that I can join in with my fellow brothers and sisters as we give thanks and praise to the One who is teaching us how to deny ungodliness and worldly lusts (Titus 2:11). If you would like to join us, you are more than welcome. Don’t worry, we won’t tell anyone you are a hypocrite. It will be our little secret.
When Jesus heard this, he told them, “Healthy people don’t need a doctor–sick people do. I have come to call not those who think they are righteous, but those who know they are sinners.” (Mark 2:17)