So, I learned that a “friend” of a friend came across my blog during a googlestalk and proceeded to offer condolences to people associated with me because I’m a “Jesus Freak.” My first reaction: Laugh Out Loud! Second reaction: Wow, what a googlestalking hater! Third reaction: If the shoe fits…

If a Jesus Freak is someone who loves Jesus and is dedicated to following Him, then that’s me.

If a Jesus Freak is someone who would have died if Jesus hadn’t saved them and so lives like they owe their life to Him, then that’s me.

If a Jesus Freak is someone who has experienced the power and miracles of God and so places their faith in Him, then that’s me.

If a Jesus Freak is someone who counts Jesus as their best friend, then that’s what I hope to be.

Googlestalking Hater might have meant “Jesus Freak” to be a pejorative insult, but I’ll take it as a compliment and badge of honor. After all, I can understand where the insult came from: 2 Corinthians 2 says that those who live all out for Jesus are an aroma from life to life for those who are being saved, and an aroma from death to death for those who are perishing. In other words, it’s completely predictable that those who are not in Christ would be offended by the “aroma” from a life lived in Christ: it makes them confront the death they’re in, and that’s hard to do (which is one of the reasons the Gospel is inherently offensive to everyone).

What will people think when they hear that I’m a Jesus Freak?
What will people do when they find out it’s true?
I don’t really care if they label me a Jesus Freak
There ain’t no disguising the truth
No, I ain’t into hiding…

(As a side note, wikipedia says the term Jesus Freak originated as a pejorative term for those involved in the Jesus movement of the late 1960s, and was quickly broadened to describe a Christian subculture throughout the hippie movement that focused on universal love and pacifism. When used in this sense, I am most definitely not a “Jesus Freak.”)