Genius Bar

They call it a Genius bar but there’s nothing Genius about it.

Call me crazy, but 3 iphones later they still don’t know why my calls keep getting dropped, and on top of that, they have been trying to fix my computer address book glitch for the last 48 hours without success.

I wasn’t worried at first. They are “Genius” after all. They all look the same. A few piercings that most people don’t have. Tattoos in places you can see, and some in places you can’t. The same scruffy “I’m a Genius and You’re Not” look smacks you in the face the moment you step into the store with the fluorescent lighting.

I’m not criticizing it. On the contrary. I’m a little envious. I may not shower for the next few days and hope someone confuses me with a Genius.

But just because it’s called a Genius bar doesn’t mean there’s anything Genius about it.

And just because someone says they’re a Christian doesn’t mean they are.

You’ve met them before. You’ve seen them at church. You’ve talked to them at work. They call themselves Christians but there is such little resemblance to Jesus you begin to wonder which form of Christianity they claim.

Heck, I’ve been one of them before.

What makes a Christian a Christian?

Is it the clothes that we wear, or the music we hear? Is it the words that we say or the places we go? Is it the fish on our car, or the cross on our neck?

I’m blogging from a random computer at the Apple store while my Genius is working away. He’s thinking and trying and asking and tinkering. I’m hoping he knows more than I do. I’m beginning to doubt. But I’m still typing away. Waiting for hIm to show me what he’s made of.

But here’s what I’m beginning to understand. Even if he can’t find the solution to my problem, he’s still a Genius and I’m not. It says it right there on the badge on his shirt. He’s trying his best. He’s hopeful and still…He’s a genius at best. He’s a Genius at worst. He’s not perfect. I know. But he’s trying his best.

He works for the boss. No matter the cost. I may stop and laugh, or doubt and disdain. I may walk on out with unresolved stuff.

But he’ll still be a genius. While I’m not.

Don’t be quick to judge a Christian just because the answer’s not obvious. Hypocrisy abounds, but it doesn’t change the facts.

Christ is the boss. We’re genius at worst. Forgiven at best.

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