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Watch and Guard


Watch and guard your hearts, 
my siblings in Christ.  

Remember your manliness or womanliness 
is not from how you act or live, 
what you say or wear, 
and a medley of other visible clues.  
It’s in your heart.  

Why do you do the things you do, 
say the things you say, 
live the way you live, 
wear the clothes you wear?  

Is it just to be manly or modest 
in your appearance or demeanor? 

It’s obviously to make a difference
and a statement 
that you will not abide 
by what the world desires. 

In fact, people in this world 
are begging for your rebellion 
against the low standards
in our fallen society.  

But deep down, 
why do you adopt those practices?  
Is it really because you love 
every human that crosses your path 
or are you waiting 
to be praised 
for your high-caliber behavior?
Are you waiting
to be esteemed
for your resistance 
against the “flow” and the “crowd”?

Now, I’m not saying
every Christian man or woman 
who acts like a gentleman or lady, 
has his or her heart in the wrong place,
but it’s so, so, so easy,
to stray from the right intentions,
to swerve from the true reason
for everything you decide.

Do not forget that
you abide by the rules you do,
because you love your God 
and your fellow man
and not because 
pride or selfishness has slipped 
into your heart, soul, mind, and flesh.

Be a gentleman to the women,
because you love them
with a strong, Christlike love.
Be a lady to the men,
because you love them
with a pure, Christlike love.

Let your deeds be done
as an expression
of Christ’s love in you,
and not as a cloak of honor
or something to prove.
Ask yourself, why you have developed
your various peculiarities 
of etiquette and manners.

Perhaps, your aim 
in your actions
are indeed
trustworthy and honest,
but never make them a habit, a routine,
a consistent, but unconscious reaction
to cowardly and froward vices.

Make each action 
an effort to love
the one next to you
or miles away
from the bottom of your heart
(and as cliche as it sounds)
just as Christ loved you
even unto death.

~CJ

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