Do I Make Sense?

I'm still reading through 'Crazy Love' by Francis Chan. I'm reading at a snail's pace, but I'm reading. I kind of move at a snail's pace anymore, unless I am chasing Chloe & Coop. God gives me a swift kick so I can catch up with 'em.

Something is wrong when our lives make sense to the unbelievers.

I read that over and over, for probably five minutes. It's lines like these that have prevented me from finishing this book. He says these things and I have to stop and bathe in it for a few days.

My fingers are pruned, I'm out of the bath and ready to tell you what I think.

When I got my diagnosis, I made a confession to Matt.

I often have wondered what it would take for my family to 'get it,' to become Christians. With my Dad, he just argues and thinks because he feeds the homeless he will go to Heaven. My mom is so wrapped up in my sisters chaotic life she can hardly think about anything but work and sleep. My sister is so wrapped up in her chaotic life to see the big picture; life is passing her by.

So I wondered, "What it would take?"

I hear stories of parents losing children and how people came to Christ. I told God, "I can't walk that road." I'm sure no one can and I know no one wants to.

Then I got my diagnosis. "Maybe this is what it will take?"

I want the way I handle this to not make sense to them; my family. I want this to barely make sense to believers. I want the believers and non, to see my attitude and be taken back.

So does your life make sense to the non-believers?