Here we go again. People suddenly becoming NBA fans, either because it’s the finals, it’s all their friends are talking about, or a certain celebrity resonates with them— in this particular case, the iconic Stephen Curry. Some youth who never even blinked an eye about basketball or any sports suddenly are avid followers.
I’m not saying it’s wrong to support a fellow Christian; we should. It’s not wrong either to discover new interests, pursue new passions as we grow older; we should. But there’s one thing I find wrong about all these.
Remember how a lot of Christians suddenly rallied behind Pacquiao when he professed his newfound faith in Christ? That was awesome… until after his fights. Everyone goes back to criticizing his governance (though critics do have a point there), or simply ignoring boxing altogether.
Does anyone still remember Tebow? I’m sure some still do, though I don’t even know what else is happening to American football nowadays, or care.
Or how about Jeremy “Linsanity” Lin— who also made waves in the Christian community a few years ago with his own faith-in-the-hoops story?
Fads and trends are fun. Who doesn’t want to be part of the conversation, chiming in the hugot jokes and other nonsensical humor that Internet has made an entire culture around? Yet even in these trends, there’s a certain amount of sincerity, even authenticity— and I’m sure that’s one of the biggest reasons why hugot lines have survived for so long in the Philippines: because it resonates with a lot of people, ringing true the saying that ‘jokes are half-meant.’
What disturbs me in this entire scenario of seasonal fans is how it also reflects on us— especially us, Christians. How often did we merely show interest or enthusiasm for God or the church activities only when there’s a big event? How often do we find pleasure or fulfilment in being a Christian only when we’re with fellow Christian buddies, often an exclusive group? How often are we on fire, hyped up, overflowing with passion, simply because we attended a big Christian concert, a Christian conference, a Christian camp, a Christian whatever?
We all would agree that a person who simply opens and reads the BIble when in need or when inside a Bible study group or just when he feels like can’t really be called a Bible reader— his interest is passing, and when that mood swings out… well, you know how moods are difficult motivators. In the same way, a person who merely picks out what he enjoys or wants in the Bible can’t really be called Bible believer. You’re not a real worshipper if you only do it on Sundays, at the worship service. And you’re definitely not a Christian if you only follow Christ half-heartedly.
We all have our own seasons of hypocrisy. From the lifestyles we try to have, the stories we try to tell, the passions we try to show. The bad news is that God knows better what’s really in our hearts, and we can’t hide it from Him, nor deny it. Yet the good news is that God knows better what’s really in the heart of the lies we tell ourselves, and He wants us to be free from it. That’s why He urges us to confess our sins, to come to Him and unload our burdens, to argue and just be honest with Him.
Are we that afraid to say to someone, “No, I don’t share the same interests with you”?
Are we that afraid to tell people, “Sorry, I’m not as passionate about that as you feel”?
Are we that afraid to tell ourselves, “I want to belong. I need a place to belong.”?
Are we that afraid to face and admit the truth of our own selves, that we choose to hide behind the bandwagon of friends, acquaintances, even families?
Seasons change, and so do people. Society changes, culture changes, technology changes. And if we keep letting ourselves be dictated by these, to be thrown around and swept away with every new thing, we would soon lose sight of our own purpose, our own identity, our own story and voice. And how long do you think your shallow interest would last? How much of your own time are worth wasting over such seasonal things you’re not even committed to stay with until the end?
Oh yeah, by the way— I heard Jon Snow died. Time to ditch Game of Thrones. HAHAHA!