In His Footsteps
by Debra Ayis
It feels like I have been a Christ follower right from my mother’s womb
I look down memory lane
Night and day, months and years…
It shows my mistakes, my errors and my flaws
I am found wanting
Truths that should never see the light of day
Skeletons in closets, ghosts under my bed, hidden from prying eyes
Hidden because growing up in Christ, I am supposed to be perfect
Therefore I have no excuses since I was privileged to know the son!
I was to walk the walk and talk the talk
It is the Christian pledge, after all.
Sometimes I talk, but fail to walk
So I hide it quick; bury it deep within
No one must see my flaws.
But you see; Christianity is not living in a straitjacket
Its freedom from shackles holding you down
Boldness to let the light shine in the darkest shadows
Confidence to bare all and stand tall;
So, go ahead and throw those stones
But only if you are without sin
Better yet, I dare you to embrace me, flaws and all
The same way, I promise to open my arms
To all those who are broken, thirsty and finding their way home
Greek or Jew, new or old, let us walk together following in the footsteps of Christ.