Jesus and I are on an outing the week before Easter. We pull up to the strip mall unbuckling our seatbelts. As we climb out of the car and walk towards the door He remarks, “Oh, a Christian bookstore; let’s see what they’re selling.”
We step inside and nearly run into a banner displaying ‘Resurrection Eggs.” The table holds cardboard cartons with plastic egg-shaped containers inside. A sample shows Scripture verses are tucked inside.
“How are these used?” He ponders, puzzling as he holds one in His hand.
“They’re eggs. Are they for farm children? And why are they called ‘Resurrection Eggs’? I wasn’t hatched on Easter morning.”
He has a point…. I hesitate.
“Well, Lord, they’re witnessing tools. Kind of a combination of pagan traditions with Biblical truths.”
“Oh…I wonder why they had to mix things up like that. The truth can stand on its own. Why did they have to put it in such a fancy package?”
I have no answer.
He picks up several items on the table–a Resurrection banner, a “He is Risen” coffee mug.
“I see they’re made in China. Actually, everything’s made in China–are there that many Christians in China, to make all this?” He sweeps his arm through the air, surveying the store.
“Well, Lord, the labor’s cheaper there so it’s a wise use of money, I guess.”
“Cheap labor? That sounds like exploiting people and taking advantage of their station in life.
“I didn’t die for that.”
We peruse the shelves and I mention some friends who’ve written books. We look for their titles in the front of the store but have to wander a few aisles before we get to the Christian Living section.
“Why are there sections?, Jesus asks. Isn’t it all Christian Living?”
The book titles are interesting and some are a bit of a surprise.
He pulls down a volume titled, “Wounded by God’s People.”
“Oh, it’s by Anne Graham Lotz. I know her father, Billy. I gave him many, many messages to share with the world and he always went wherever I asked him to. He has always told people how I loved them so.”
A sad look comes over his face as he fingers the title. ‘Wounded by God’s People.’
“I didn’t die for that.”
We look around for my friend’s book. I mention her name–Jennifer. “She’s a reporter from Iowa,” I tell Him.
“Oh, I remember giving her that book to write. She decided to call it ‘Love Idol’. Let’s go see if they have it.
We turn to the Women’s Section, thinking it should be there.
“Again with the sections,” he laments. “Why all these divisions? I died for everyone.”
We ask a clerk about the title and Christ’s eyes widen at the response.
“We couldn’t stock the book, sir, I’m sorry. It had the word ‘idol’ in the title.”
“But this is a Christian bookstore, right? Where you want to shine a light on sin and tell the truth, right?
That’s what her book is about–setting people free.”
The puzzled clerk simply repeats, “I’m sorry, sir, we can’t carry it.”
I can tell the Lord has had enough.
“Maybe we should go,” I suggest.
Jesus agrees and decides He won’t purchase anything, having paid for it all already.
As we walk out the door and look towards the lightening sky over the cars He mentions the days ahead, Easter on the horizon.
This visit was much the same.
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framed print of a painting by Akiane; a gift from my daughter
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Linking with Lyli and other like minded Thought Provoking People

It's a fine line, isn't it? I worry that I sometimes slip over it, myself.
One word (sorta) YES&AMEN! 😉
It does make one think….doesn't it, how we're doing this walk with Jesus in the world thing. Thanks for reading.
Oh, my. This is very eye-opening, Jody. I've had these same thoughts in our Christian bookstore. I rarely go in there anymore, in fact. I wonder if my local store carries Jennifer's or Sarah's books? I'll have to check…
Jan, thank YOU….I really feel passionate about this issue so felt compelled to go out on a limb. I appreciate your passing this along.
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Jody, you see with such wisdom it astonishes me. I also find the commercialized “Christian” book store scene troubling, but have not thought so specifically about WHAT bugs me. Your conclusions certainly run counter to culture; thanks for your bravery!
I am sending a link to a pastor friend of ours.