Throughout most of my high school years, I was an active member of my old church in Pikeville.
I attended all of the youth group meetings and services, I sang in the youth choir, I got out in the community with my friends to help spread the Good News, and attended all the summer camps.
On Sunday mornings and evenings, I was right there in the front row for all the sermons and worship.
Whenever I had a chance to do something for the church or with the youth group, I was there.
But once I moved on to college, all of that changed.
During my freshman year at the University of Kentucky, my schedule was not too cramped so I was able to come back home and visit my church often.
As time went on, however, I got more preoccupied with school work, school functions and my part-time job.
Those activities alone kept me busy, but in general, I just got tired of making the 2.5-hour drive back home every other weekend.
So I had pretty much limited my church time to holidays and the summer.
All the while, I was not trying to look for a church home in Lexington because I still loved my old church so much.
Thus, as time went on, I became less and less concerned about attending church. And I eventually got to a point where my relationship with God was no longer all that important to me.
I started making poor decisions about the ways I spent my time, the people I wanted to be with, and the ways I spent my money.
I might show up at church for Mother’s Day or Easter but that was pretty much the extent.
Needless to say, I was by no means living for God or being a light for God.
But the very worst thing of all was that I still confessed to be a Christian.
What a poor example I must have been setting for those around me who might have been lost.
I’m sure if anyone was around me long enough, they would have decided they wanted no part of the faith I believed in.
I would have been better off just admitting I was lost instead of painting that poor picture of what a child of God should look like.
In the Bible, the book of Revelation has some very humbling words for folks who try to live a life like that.
Verses 3:15-16 say, “I know thy works, that thou art neither cold nor hot: I would thou wert cold or hot. So then, because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee out of my mouth.”
Luckily, the Lord blessed me with some wonderful friends who were always there for me. I know I upset a lot of them, and for that I’ll always be sorry.
But thankfully I learned before it was too late it’s better to be hot or cold for the Lord than to be somewhere in between.
And considering how awesome our Lord is, not only should we be hot, we should be totally on fire!
Brad Hall is the nighttime editor for the Times-Tribune. He can be reached at email@example.com. You can also visit his blog at hallthingsconsidered.blogspot.com