The other day I was waking through the middle of the park, when I saw a man walking through the grass towards me. As he got closer, I waved and said, “Good morning” to which he responded, “You’re a fake!”
He then walked closer and screamed, “I know you! You’re a fake!”
I wasn’t sure what to say. I smiled and continued walking.
No – I don’t think I’ve ever met the man but his comments shook me up. Questions entered my mind.
Am I a fake?
I am a Presbyterian minister and seek to teach the bible properly when the opportunity arises. Do I live up to the words that come out of my mouth? Not always.
I don’t have any excuses for I know what God expects of me as a man made in His image. I often think, read, write and speak about issues related to how we humans should act. And I don’t live up to my own standards.
The law of God is perfection. And I don’t meet that standard. I know the law, teach others the law and yet I don’t keep it perfectly.
Does that make me a fake?
Actually no. Because I don’t pretend to live perfectly to God’s standards. In fact, I would hope that those around me would say that I’m quick to repent. Because I know that I’ve fallen short.
And that’s one of the key points of the gospel.
I’ve fallen short but my hope isn’t in my personal achievements as I stand before God. My hope is in Jesus who didn’t fall short. Not only did he perfectly obey the law of God, Jesus took the punishment that I deserve for my sin.
Am I a fake? No – I won’t accept that label.
Do I live up to my own teaching? No.
Can I admit that? Yes.
Therefore the man in the park was wrong.
I’m not a fake.