Feeling a Little Flaky
Call a Christian a freak and he’ll wear it like a badge of honor. Call him a flake, and expect a good fight! There’s just something about THAT word that raises the hair on the back of any self-respecting believer’s neck.
The Urban Dictionary defines THAT word as: An unreliable person; someone who agrees to do something, but never follows through. The entry includes the derivative, flaking: To bail out of something at the last minute. Sure, we see this occasionally in the church. Flaking, however, is hardly a Christian problem. You’ll find flakes of this variety in every cross-section of society.
The Christianese Dictionary (which I’m thinking about compiling), defines the word quite differently. A flake is characterized as one who is shallow in his faith, prone to insubstantial experiences, and likely to occupy himself on the edge of reality. The flaky Christian is the guy who has frequent epiphanies and throne room encounters, but can never find the time to show up for real-world encounters (ie. church cleanup day, prayer meeting, outreaches, etc.)
Regrettably, the definition has been stretched, over time, to include a vast array of socially unacceptable believer behaviors, including but not limited to: flag waving, worshipful emoting, travailing in prayer, shaking, quaking, crying, tongue-talking, et cetera, et al, you get the point. Perhaps, flaky should be redefined to mean: anything that goes beyond the realm of your personal experience with God. It’s quite amusing to hear what “flaky” means to each individual camp. It would seem the standards for experiencing God vary from red to violet in the spectrum of Christiandom.
Social standards that dictate how we interact with God are problematic, at best. Our personal standards are nothing short of subjective. Sometimes our own personal experience will violate the “standard” to which we ascribe, resulting in paranoid flaky disorder (PFD).
At the risk of losing your respect, I’ll admit I tossed my former “standards” for experiencing God several years ago. Was it that I was a secret flake, wanting to “out” myself ? No. Honestly, I had pretty staunch standards for acceptable Christian behavior that ruled out anything “uncontrollable” or “emotional.” Life was pretty safe and predictable inside the box. Then one evening… I got served. One God encounter of the supernatural kind changed everything.
Now, spiritual life is amazingly colorful. I find no fault in collecting coincidences, or signs of Father speaking through the Word, creation, or a fellow brother or sister. (Sometimes, He even speaks to me in license plates or random billboards! Gasp!) The fact that He communicates freely with all His sons and daughters in multitudinous ways just reveals His eagerness to share every waking moment of our day.


