Am I Really a Christian?

by Keegan McCashen

Am I really a Christian?

I eat Takis more often than I break bread,

I listen to songs when I should be studying the Bible,

I write poems instead of prayers,

Poetry over preaching,

I could never be a preacher,

Am I even a Christian?

I sin more often than Sundays,

Sleeping in on Sundays,

I never sin on Sundays.

I don’t ever sin on sunny days,

When people can see me.

Am I a Christian?

I always sin instead,

Instead of stopping myself

From biting into the fruit

Juice dripping down my neck,

Finger extended outward

In someone else's direction,

Blaming them instead

Am I just a sinner?

Or am I a saint?

Redeemed, reclaimed, renewed

Wrestling with a past self, subdued

By the power of the cross, it's true,

That I am a Christian,

But I am no stranger to sin,

Still that no longer matters,

Because I am who the great I AM has made me to be,

His