If it helps them to sleep
There’s a song that they sing when they take to the highway
A song that they sing when they take to the sea
A song that they sing of their home in the sky
Maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep
But singing works just fine for me.
— James Taylor, Rockabye Sweet Baby James
I suppose , perhaps, that there are some people somewhere who experience Christianity this way. Perhaps it helps them to sleep, gives some comfort to endure life as they know it, perhaps lays down a nice pollyanna view of the future to be someday that helps them relax. But that’s not Christianity as I know it.
To me it has been much less comfort than challenge. In conversion, I understood that I was giving up much of the life I identified in. I was going to have to be less introverted, more caring, more concerned for the welfare of others. I would have to be less critical and harsh. I would have to quit writing people off if I didn’t agree with them (or worse yet if they didn’t agree with me). I would have to quit assuming that people with problems earned and deserved them through their own stupidity, and realize that the poor are always with us and that we have to help when we can. And when helping helps.
I’ve probably lost sleep more with concerns over other people. I’ve lost sleep over concerns about how I should help or not help. I wake up some mornings wondering if I have been concerned enough with the balance between doing justice and desiring mercy. I wonder if I should have been more brave and courageous (as we are repeatedly commanded to be). I sometimes see that I have not acted out of humility, but out of the old arrogance and frustration which used to be my companions.
Being Christian has made me struggle with who I am and who I should be. It has made me do things other people would not have done, and kept me from things that others would gladly have done without a second thought. It has required courage, confrontation, transparency, admission of wrong, concern. The hardest of all is to cultivate innocence in the midst of so many situations and people where creative wickedness is valued.
For all of that, it has been wonderful. I much prefer the person I am to the person I was. The change was much more involved than a song and some wishful thinking to help me sleep. The struggles I have now are superior in character and in substance to the struggles I once had. Learning to change my desires has led me to desiring better things for more people. I am more the person I want my kids to look up to, though I’m not all that I wish I could be.
I think that we should be careful, both in and out of the church, not to portray this as “the easy answer” or “cheap comfort.” It would be sad for anyone to set their feet on this path because they expected it to be comfortable or easy. Even while being frequently hard, this way is exceedingly good.

