You know these people, in fact, chance are you might even be one. Chreasters are people that find their way to the local church twice a year, Christmas and Easter. Figuring that they should at least make their obligatory appearance at the celebration of Christ’s birth and resurrection. Hey, it’s the least I could do. I mean, hey, He did die and come back to life for me. I guess I can show up to celebrate his birth and death. Right?
Chreasters. I love Chreasters. At least, that’s what I’m supposed to say. Bless their hearts. I guess this is one of those times where I’m considered hypocritical or judgmental. I’m not supposed to feel these people are just fooling themselves. God sees everything we do, all the time. Thinking that going to church twice a year is going to make up for the rest of the year is naive. What I’m supposed to feel is happiness that the Chreasters showed up. At least, they will have another chance to respond to the gospel. Yes, that’s true, and that’s good. That’s not what gets me frustrated with Chreasters. What is the thought pattern of the person who goes to church twice a year, KNOWING they should be doing something else. Something better. And the thing is, they do not want to even be there! They only go because their Mom or wife cajoled them into going. They think, ‘Hey, it’s only once a year.’
Now, my pastor lives for Chreasters. His name is Kevin. Kevin salivates at the thought of a boatload of fence sitters or non-believers coming through the front door. I can see his face now. He can’t keep a grin off his face. He’s even a little sweaty. He wishes every day was Easter. God Bless Him. Honestly, I don’t have the patience for them. Okay, yes I do, but I really want the resurrection of Christ to mean more to the people that come to celebrate that fact. It’s like getting that Facebook “Happy Birthday” notification from the people you haven’t spoken to in a decade. Hey, I got this reminder that it’s your birthday, so here I am. Kind of the same mentality.
I admit it. I am being judgmental. I know I was not only this way but worse. A lot worse. I’m quite aware of what this day means to Christians, now that I’m truly following. I want to throttle these people(me) and make them pay attention. Christianity is so much more than showing up for church. I want it to mean more to others as well, or at least know there is the possibility of more. I want Chreasters to turn into Christians. NOW. But that’s not the way it works. God is in control, not me.
So, I keep walking.