Backpacking through Joshua - Week 5

I know I am a little late for week 5. However, I am still backpacking and following the trail. In Joshua 5: 8, it says that the Israelites stayed in their places in the camp until they had healed. I think week 5 is a little late, because I had to stay a little longer in camp to heal...

Did you know that Germans don't practice circumcision? Neither do other European cultures, as far as I know. So unless you are a Jew or a Moslem in Germany, chances are very high that you are not circumcised. Week 5's passage made me think about signs for being a Christian and what we do to set ourselves apart as Christians. And I was reminded of last summer...

Two years ago, I moved to my current hometown. Moving from a northern state to the deep south was almost as much of a culture shock as moving to the US from Germany. But since I love to learn about new cultures, I loved my new place. After some research, I found a church to go to and became engaged in one of the ministries. I invited people over to my place. I cooked and baked and tried to welcome them into my house. I thought, I had found nice people, fellow Christians that shared my faith and friendship... until last summer.

My landlord suddenly decided not to renew my lease. I was shocked, because it came very surprisingly to me. I had moved the previous 2 summers and I wasn't planning on moving a third time. I didn't have the money, nor the time or strength to go through yet another move. I just felt overwhelmed.

Moving is always hard. You pack up your entire life and try to start over in a new place. Some things you have to leave because they are too big or too heavy or too fragile to move. Life changes and it will never be the same again.

During that time, I would have loved to have a friend. Not that I expected someone to carry my heavy loads for me, but someone that would meet with me for coffee when I needed a break from packing. Someone who would have stayed with me despite of the move. But the people from church were not there. They were too busy. From the moment that I found out I had to move and things would get difficult, they miraculously became extremely busy.

In one of my lowest moments, I carefully asked several people for a coffee date, but nobody could come. They lectured me that I, as a Christian, had to learn patience. I felt very hurt. I had never asked them for anything before and they even declined to meet for coffee. I needed a friend to talk to, but instead I received a talking to.

When I told my parents that I needed to move, my father booked the next flight to the US and flew in all the way from Germany. My cousin in Sweden, who has a family with 2-year old twin daughters and a full-time job offered to drop everything and fly over to help out. Friends of mine in Germany googled different moving companies and compared moving truck prices for me online. My "Christian" friends were too busy for a conversation.

The day I moved, none of my "Christian" friends helped. Instead a fellow German friend and two colleagues from South America that I had never really talked to before, came without me having to ask for help. We moved my entire apartment in less than 3 hours.

And I guess, just like I moved my stuff into a new place, I think I also moved into a new place, a new mindset. I went back to church a couple more times, but nothing was as it used to be. Eventually I stopped going. I decided to part from them, to cut myself off from them... my private own "circumcision".

If you lose something that is without meaning to you, without life and useless, you don't really notice the loss. They never asked why I stopped going to church.

I am not sure if I am easily recognizable as a Christian, but I am very careful which crowd I choose to blend in with.

I don't believe being a Christian is about standing out either. You don't have to wear a cross as a sign around your neck as long as you hold Jesus in your heart. Giving a friend a ride with your car says more than a fish sticker on your car.

For me, being a Christian is not a fancy facade that I use to hide my flaws. It is the sturdy foundation that I try to base my life on. You might not see the foundation at first glance, but you will know it is there. It will stand firm, especially during tough times and bad weather when other people's facades come tumbling down.