Martyrs at Panera

Let me piggy-back to my last thoughts, specifically the third point concerning the American pursuit of comfort.

I ran into a friend this morning at Panera. You know the place, coffee shoppe/pastry haven complete with couches, wi-fi and an atmosphere which is intended to make it a place people love to hang out. And it works marvelously. The place is always hopping because it is so comfortable and relaxing.

Anyway, my friend comes here frequently in the morning hours to get her day started and read. Since I am a card-carrying bibliophile, I always inquire about her current tome. She is currently working her way through a book of collected stories about Christian martyrs. I have heard of the book before and, though I've not read it, assume it is an inspiring book. Our hearts could surely be stirred and our passions renewed by learning about those whose commitment to Jesus Christ meant paying the ultimate price.

All of sudden it hit me. Here I was in an environment which typifies the obsession of my generation with comfort and relaxation while a friend read about those who gave up all comfort for the sake of their Master. I am not casting any judgment on my friend at all, but instead reflecting on the delicate balance required of all of us who walk with Christ in "cushy" cultures.

I am sure that most martyrs had moments of relaxation and retreat before their days of persecution, but the lures of my environment are powerful, suggesting that R & R become my life goals. Seeking persecution is foolish. But worshipping the fantasy world of Panera is just as dangerous.

The word "martyr" is a transliteration of a Greek word which means "witness." This is the actual intent of a martyr - to testify to the God who is their Lord. If that means I pay with my life, so be it. But even at Panera I am to be a "martyr" for Christ.