So here’s the thing. There’s this one word I can’t shake lately—humility. I hear it, I feel it, it’s like a mosquito buzzing in my spirit at 3 a.m. And, honestly? I’m not even mad at it. I know it’s trying to teach me something. But here’s what kills me: the people who should get it…don’t.
I’ve been struggling with my spirituality for years now. Not struggling in the “I’m doubting God” sense,,nah, I know who He is. I’ve felt His hand in storms, lifted when I didn’t even see the depth of the pit I was in. But some Christians? They make it impossible to keep the fire alive.
Look, I own a Bible. I know the verses. I can quote them. I can even preach a little in my head while scrolling through your social media commentary. But stop acting like you’re the gatekeeper of God’s approval. Stop swinging your platitudes, your checklists, your “I prayed it, so you’re wrong” energy all over my timeline.
I’ve been lukewarm lately. Revelation 3:15 ,,,you know the verse: neither cold nor hot. Yeah, that’s me. My faith has been sinusoidal, flickering, uneven. But here’s the kicker: some of y’all make me feel worse about it. You act like my fire should be blazing 24/7, like any moment of real human doubt is some moral failure.
And don’t get me started on the guilt-tripping. The silent judgment. The “well, if you were praying right…” No. I’m moving with God, but I’m also human. And the constant commentary from Christians who think they’ve got a hotline to heaven? It doesn’t help. It stifles, it irritates, it suffocates.
Humility. That’s what I’m supposed to be learning. Not arrogance. Not superiority. Not watching someone else’s idea of piety crash into your life and make you second-guess your fire. I get that God owes me nothing—and good. But maybe some Christians owe the rest of us a little restraint.
So yes, humility. But also, let’s chill, y’all. Let faith be a journey, not a scoreboard. Let people live their fire without you policing it.
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