Face it -it’s not so easy being green or blue or whatever you were ultimately created to be.




A famous frog once said, “It’s not easy being green”.

Bless his beady little eyes. Kermit was right.

It’s not easy being green or anything else that is different.  I grew up

  • avoiding movie theatres,
  • putting my hands over my ears when I heard music with the devil’s beat, 
  • shunning card games
  • and cringing at the mention of mixed bathing of any kind.

I even wore culottes for several years so that God would not mistake me for a man. Note: Culottes are extremely wide legged, elongated  shorts. This garment gives the flexibility of pants but the appearance of a very strange skirt. About as feminine as wearing an old sleeping bag for a wedding gown.

To put it mildly, my family walked out of step with the rest of the universe.  Partly because we had no money. Partly because my Dad was pastor of the most conservative church in town.

“What a bunch of weirdo’s,” I often muttered under my breath. This was usually while wedged on the front pew between siblings on Sunday mornings. I didn’t want to be different. I wanted to be cool. I wanted to belong to the rest of the world.

But, I stayed in the religious community. It may have been irritating at times but Church was the only life I knew.   I even married a man in the ministry.

“Are you crazy?” I sometimes wondered in the the middle of the night when church politics got me down,  “This whole business just doesn’t make sense. Why do I hang around?”

Good question.  Why do I hang around? Get up on Sunday? Go to church? Follow the teachings of a book that was written thousands of years ago?

Two words.

Radical Christianity.

I’m not talking about the clever teachings of some

  • mega pastor,
  • political candidate
  • or self-help guru.

  Under the dank remains of religiosity, truth smolders and burns.

God is real. His word is alive.

That’s why I have a vision beyond surviving an eight hour work day. A passion beyond owning a nice home, two cars and three kids.

I have a call to follow Jesus. The one who destroyed my airbrushed images of perfection and exposed my messy heart.

He forgives. He heals. I follow. 

Go ahead, Kermit. Say it again.

It’s not easy being green.

But, it’s the only way to live. To be what I was created to be. A child of God.

A follower of Christ. 

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