What Are You?

During a long distance push yesterday afternoon as a recovery from Saturday’s 60 mile monster I passed a lady in her yard who was struggling with large bags of top soil in the back of her pick up. She was a slightly built lady who appeared to be in her late 60’s but never the less was muscling these 50 lb bags by hugging them and slowly walking to the flower bed she where she was placing them. As I road past I remembered what George (Franco-Pastor of Operations at the Cove Church) had talked about in his message that morning about “who is our neighbor” and how we as Christ followers are called to help others.

After I had gone about 50 feet down the road God placed it on my heart to turn around and go back and offer help. There were at least 7 bags I noticed still in the bed of the truck and it was looking like it was about to rain. I turned around and skated back up to where she was and asked if I could be any help. Picture in your mind how I looked: Black Adidas shorts, red New Balance running shirt, red and black CamelBak backpack, mountain bike helmet (it’s not as hot as a skateboard helmet), Tifosi sport sunglasses, already covered in sweat, and riding a really big skateboard.

The lady at first naturally was taken aback. The look she gave me has now become a very familiar one since being bolder about stopping and praying for people on some of my skating trips. It reminded me of the poll we had taken in church that morning that said that the majority of us did not stop and offer help to people that we did not know because of fear. This was that look of cautious fear but because of the heat and the fact that there were actually eight more bags to unload she welcomed every so reluctantly the help.

It took me all of two minutes to unload the bags. Being somewhat tall and having a pretty good frame I was able to reach in the bed and grab the bags one in each hand and haul them over to the flower bed across the yard. The whole time I could tell the woman was just trying to figure out what I was going to ask for in return or what was next. When I got finished I thanked her for letting me help and again she just looked at me trying to figure me out.

Then it happened. She blurted out “What are you?”

At first I could not figure out what she was asking. A long distance skateboarder? A neighbor? Another weirdo who is about to ask for money?

I had to ask her to repeat the question.

“What are you? A policeman?” She said.

I was still lost to what she was trying to determine but then it hit me. Maybe I looked like a bike cop…except on a skateboard? Hmm. I was still confused.

Finally God gave me a answer and it was directly from George’s message about how Christians are perceived in a poor light.

“I am a Christian” I said.

She just stood silent staring at me and I repeated myself. “I am Christian and that is why I stopped to help. That is what Christ Followers are supposed to be doing.”

A smile, the first one of the whole exchange, spread across this lady’s face and I could tell that it was as much a huge release of her fear as it was thankfulness.

Before I left I asked her if I could pray for her and I did. I prayed that she gets her garden done before the rain came, that she be blessed by God’s great love and grace, and that she have a great rest of the day.

After I got up the road a mile or so the question she kept asking was just ringing in my head.

“What are you?” It was not “Who are you?” or “Why are you stopping?” or “Where do you live”?

No. Her simple question was the most complex one she could have every asked anyone.

“What are you?” cuts right to the core of our being as Christ Followers. Answering that question should be a foregone conclusion if we are truly living up to what we confess to be but unfortunately that does not always show through. As I have quoted before there is a song by Warren Barfield, an awesome contemporary Christian singer/songwriter from Eastern North Carolina who now lives in Nashville, called “Mistaken”. The line from the song that has always jumped out at me is “I shouldn’t have to tell you who I am. Because who I am should be speaking for itself.”

Maybe that line needs to be “Because WHAT I am should be speaking for itself.”

Our actions, our words, our deeds, and our whole demeanor should be answering the question “What Are You?” on a daily basis. Yet, as George discussed in his message yesterday as Christians we fail as a group to convey that answer in that manner.

So how do we then put into action what is asked of us? How do we answer the question of what we are?

John 13:35 helps give us a first step. As disciples and followers of Him we must love one another:
“By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another”

Jesus then adds even more clarity to how we should answer our identity question:

Mark 12:30-31 (New International Version)
30Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.'31The second is this: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.'[b]There is no commandment greater than these."
You see by following what Jesus says will ensure the inheritance of eternal life with Him it is love that defines us. Love for God and love for our neighbor should shout the answer to the question.

“What are you?” Do your actions reinforce the distrust of Christianity today or are your actions speaking for what you profess to be? Does your LOVE scream out Jesus?

I for one want nothing more than to break the stereotype of the Christian who is seen as closed minded, hypocritical, and insensitive. In my life I have been guilty of all three with a special emphasis on being a hypocrite. For me supporting a mission in Central America with money was one thing but helping my “neighbor”, the lost or downtrodden right here in our own backyard has been lacking.

There are people in our surrounding community that need us as Christ Followers to just be there for them. There are homeless, people who have lost jobs, people who are dealing with illness or depression, the elderly, the poor, and those in crime ridden neighborhoods. There are also people who seem to have everything, money, nice cars, and large homes on the lake, but have something missing in their lives.

“What are you?” Let your actions answer that question. You see people do not need to know “who” you are. They just need to know “what” you are: A Christ follower who loves them.