People hate mayonnaise. And I don’t really get it. What is it about mayo that inspires such passionate angst and upturned noses? Is it the taste? Is it the smell? Is it that it resembles Elmer’s Glue? I don’t know. I have a theory that if mayo tasted like mayo but looked shiny and yellow like mustard, people would eat it up. But anyways, I need to get to my confession. My admission is that I love mayonnaise. Literally, nothing is better than a little mayo on a burger or sandwich or even… Chick-Fil-A french fries. My love for mayo on Chick-Fil-A french fries has grossed out many of my friends. But I don’t care. They’re my fries, and I’ll condiment them as I please.

The thing is, though, my love for mayo is fairly recent. Growing up, I too rejected mayo for ketchup, mustard and relish. I rejected mayo because everyone else seemed to hate it. So, I figured if people hated it that much, I might as well be “normal” and hate it, too. But the truth is, when I actually tried it, I really liked it.

I know this is a silly example for mob mentality, but I think it applies. Often, we form our thinking and understanding of things based on others who seem to be already opinionated about whatever the issue is. I’m not saying that people with formed opinions are not to be trusted or are usually wrong. But I am saying that mob mentality can prevent individuals from thinking individually. I think this applies to faith and our understanding of Scripture. Some folks never challenge themselves in faith, thinking critically about and working through what they were taught. Again, I’m not implying that you were taught incorrectly, but I am asking the question, do you truly own your own beliefs? Have you read through Scripture with fresh eyes, open to feeling the Spirit move in you through the written testimonies of the Prophets, Gospel writers, and Apostles? As a Christ follower, there is nothing more powerful than wrestling with faith and seeking the conviction and passion of an experience and encounter with God. Those experiences are not just simply handed down from family or friends.

A church made up of people with like minds and shared faith is a powerful thing when the faith of each one is truly of conviction and passion. The church is certainly not a place for mere individualism; it is a place for community. But the community is strongest when it resembles the Greek word for church, ekklesia, which means a gathering of individuals to form one body. It’s where we get our English word, eclectic. It’s a place where we gather with unique struggles in faith and journeys with Christ, yet it is those unique testimonies that give strength to unity.

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