
As I was driving along I-40 here yesterday, I saw something that started a chain of free-association in my head, and landed me on this thought: should we begin calling false converts "cowboy Christians?" Allow me to explain:
You see these guys all the time. They look the part. They act the part. They dress the part. They use all the right words and phrases. They walk around wearing the Wrangler™ Jeans, western shirts, a belt buckle that doubles as a full-length mirror, Justin™ Boots, cowboy hat. They've always got a wad of chew in their cheek, they go line-dancing every weekend, they go watch the rodeo every time it comes to town, and they drive a big, huge, full-size pickup truck,with dual rear wheels--and a sticker in the back window that says something like "Cowboy Up!"
By all of their outward appearances, you would swear they are a cowboy. There are truly real cowboys out there--but this guy ain't one of them.
But they're not.
What does this have to do with the church? This:
You see these guys all the time. They look the part. They act the part. They dress the part. They use all the right words and phrases. They walk around wearing the kahki dress pants, polo shirts, and they carry the biggest study Bible they can find. They've always got a smile on their face, they go to a building every Sunday and hear a speech, they have a couple CD's from a singer that used the word "God" or "Christ" in one of their songs once, and they drive a big, huge, full-size pickup truck, with dual rear wheels--and a fish sticker on their back bumper.
By all of their outward appearances, you would swear they are a Christian. There are truly real Christians out there--but this guy ain't one of them.
But they're not. They think they're saved because
"OK, we've got the checklist finished! Now we can just sit back and wait for that sweet by-and-by, 'cause we've got our ducks in a row, and we've got our ticket stamped!"
What they do not know--perhaps because their pastor has never told them--is that salvation is not about looking the part. It's not about whether you wear a shirt-and-tie, or an old pair of jeans, when you walk in Sunday morning. It's not about a list of "Things To Do" that we need to perform in order to get enough gold stars and smiley faces on God's Heavenly Chart.
Salvation is about seeing ourselves for being the dispicable creatures we are, and knowing that Christ Jesus--the Son of the Living God--came to earth, wrapped Himself in this disgusting stuff we call flesh, took our wounds, our stripes, our death, and made them His own, so that we could be the righteousness of God in Him. It is about seeing that all of our good deeds, and all of our "church" and all those little trinkets we call "good deeds" are nothing more than rags that are covered with the filth of human effort, and the stench of self-righteousness.
A person can look the part, they can dress the part, they can talk the part. But unless that person sees that there is absolutely no way for them to reconcile themselves to God apart from repenting from their sins and confessing Christ Jesus as their Savior AND Lord, they are a "Cowboy Christian." They look like one--but they ain't.
Isaiah 53:3-6

Isaiah 64:5-7

2nd Corinthians 5:21

Philippians 1:9-11
