Maybe Preaching To The Choir Isn’t Always Such A Bad Thing

Angry Math/History teacher
Angry Math/History teacher (Photo credit: sleepinyourhat)

Last Tuesday I got out of the house late. I was in a big hurry to get Nicholas to school on time because I had to get back across town for Julianna’s eye appointment. Naturally, this meant I ended up behind World’s Slowest Driver on the interstate. But we were close enough to the exit that I couldn’t pass him.

We got to the exit, he pulled off going 42 mph…and began braking…at the bottom…of the ramp.

We braked all the way up the exit ramp, toward a green light that I knew couldn’t last much longer. I knew he wasn’t paying attention to the green light, because I could see him talking on his phone. When he braked all the way to 15 mph about six car lengths ahead of the green light (did I mention it was green?), I started honking.



He thought I was honking because he’d lost something off the top of his vehicle.

“No,” I said, “I was honking because you were STOPPING AT A GREEN LIGHT!”

“Oh, sorry,” he said.

I spend so much time trying to figure out how to teach my children to recognize the moments when Christian discipleship crashes into real life and requires you to DO SOMETHING. And then I turn around and pull a stunt like this.

Yes, he was being annoying. But was it Christlike for me to honk and yell at him? After all, it was my own fault I was in a hurry. Taking it out on him was definitely not my finest moment as a disciple of Jesus.

Every so often, I go through a little blogger-identity crisis. The conventional blog wisdom is that you pick a focus and you stick to it, but I can’t sustain a blog that way. Here’s where being such a “jill-of-all-writing-trades” presents a challenge. I try to be a little more in depth than the phrase “mommy blogger” implies. When I write about Down syndrome my stats go through the roof, but I know that’s because I don’t overdo it. I have a large Catholic following and faith issues are very important to me–obviously, since I have a column and three books–but my fiction is not religious and I worry about alienating people who come here because of secular writing connections.

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And then, too, there’s the question about whether there’s really any point in writing about faith issues at all. Am I not just preaching to the choir?

But this weekend, it occurred to me that maybe preaching to the choir isn’t always such a bad thing. The central theme of my Liguorian column is that faith shouldn’t be compartmentalized; it has to be lived out in time and in moments and in relationships. Christianity suffers in the public perception for being all talk and judgment and “sin, hell and damnation” without kindness, compassion, and the witness of holy living. And there’s a good reason for this. We who call ourselves Christians, of whatever denominational stripe, too often fail to recognize how un-Christlike our behaviors, our words, and decisions frequently are. And when we do recognize it, as I did last Tuesday even while I was punching the horn, we don’t seem to have the self-control to correct before we space jump off the Sin Cliff.

We are all lukewarm followers of Christ to some degree. And perhaps, just perhaps, my preaching to the choir might light a fire under someone other than myself. If something I write causes someone else to think more clearly about their situations and relationships and habits and actions, and if that thinking causes them to move toward a truer, more lived faith–in other words, a real one–then preaching to the choir was worthwhile.