Christianish: What If We're Not Really Following Jesus at All?

Christianish: What If We're Not Really Following Jesus at All?

by Mark Steele
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Christianish: What If We're Not Really Following Jesus at All? by Mark Steele

It may feel like authentic faith. It may even look like the real deal. Yet it's often easy to settle for the souvenir t-shirt—the appearance of a transformed heart—instead of taking the actual trip through true life-change. We find ourselves settling for a personal faith that's been polluted by culture, and diluted by other people's take on spirituality.

Christianish tells the story of one man's journey to move from the in-between to a life that's centered on Christ. To move forward, author Mark Steele goes back to the beginning, to examine Christ's life and words. Through stories and insights that are sometimes profound, often hilarious, and always honest, Mark delivers a compelling look at what our faith is all about.

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ISBN-13: 9781434700391
Publisher: David C Cook
Publication date: 02/15/2013
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 272
File size: 8 MB

About the Author

Mark Steele is the president and executive creative of Steelehouse Productions, where he creates art for business and ministry through the mediums of film, stage, and animation. Mark is the author of Flashbang: How I Got Over Myself. He lives in Oklahoma with his wife, Kaysie, and their greatest  productions: Morgan, Jackson, and Charlie.

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what if were not really following Jesus at all?


David C. Cook

Copyright © 2009 Mark Steele
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4347-0039-1



Nineteen months are all that separate my two older sons, Jackson and Charlie. In practically every way, one is the antithesis of the other. They both have their strengths and weaknesses, but smash them together and they fill out the other's weak spots, becoming one practically perfect human being. Of course, the scattered remains that are left would be a bit messy. In other words, they complete one another, either as a right example or as a wrong one—their choice.

Charlie is seven and Jackson just turned nine, which means their choices—at least for the time being—might skew a bit ornery. A few months ago I walked upstairs to turn off our daughter Morgan's light for bedtime. It was later than usual and a good hour after the boys had been put to sleep (which means something different for children than it does for pets). They had been told to go right to bed. Unconsciousness isn't really something that can be demanded of a child, but I—like millions of parents before me—made the attempt anyway. As I opened Morgan's door to check on her, I caught the two boys in her room. They ceased midplay, frozen, and stared at me—deer in the headlights. They stood in the middle of her bedroom, a clump of Legos squeezed in each fist. They gaped with wide-eyed guilt on their faces for about three solid seconds. And then they ran like mad wildfire through the adjoining bathroom. I heard the scurry of feet on linoleum, followed by the bounce of springs and the flip-flop of covers as they scrambled into bed.

Reasoning doesn't enter into the equation all that much at the ages of seven and nine. For some reason not only was the rationale to sprint away and dive into bed considered a good idea, but the identical urge to flee the scene hit both brothers at the same time.

I sauntered through the hall to their bedroom (the longer path than the bathroom route by about eleven inches) and creaked open the door. Each was in his own bunk, feigning sleep. And so the cover-up began.

ME: Boys?

They attempted to rouse themselves from their faux slumber, "What? Huh?"

ME: Were you out of bed and playing in Morgan's room?

A beat. A moment of pause. And then—both—simultaneously ...


Certainly I sympathize with the gut instinct of the cover-up. It is the defensive urge of the male, not to mention the mischievous prepuberty male. In later stages of life, it will be replaced in turn by hormones, rage at injustice, and unnecessary snacking. Throughout my own young journey, I was on the punishment end of the cover-up multiple times.

It felt ironic to finally be on the other side.

ME: No? You were NOT in Morgan's bedroom?

Sweat trickled down their tiny foreheads.

BOYS: Nope. No. Nope.

ME: Just now? Like, fifteen seconds ago, you were NOT holding Legos in Morgan's room?

BOYS: (Slightly more hesitant than before) Noooo.

ME: (I paused for dramatic effect.) Well—I saw you.

Not since the Noahic Era have the floodgates burst open so abruptly. The words "I'm sorry" rat-a-tat-tatted out of their mouths repeatedly in a fusillade of desperate penance.

ME: I know you are sorry, but you lied. You know what the punishment is for lying.

I'm fairly certain there were a couple of "yes, sirs" uttered amid all the slobber and snot.

ME: Go downstairs. You're each going to get one spank.

Yes. My wife and I believe in spanking. Not grab-your-knees-while-the-back-of-your-eyeballs-rap-against-your-brain spanking. But certainly a recognizable sting that serves as a tangible reminder of why the punishable incident was a bad idea. We want our kids to have a sensory reinforcement that sin is not such a preferable option. It always astounds me when parents don't believe in appropriate spankings, because the world spanks people every day—especially the people who didn't receive any as a child. Personally I would rather feel a short-term sting than the sort the Internal Revenue Service doles out.

Of course, an appropriate spanking is exactly that. Just enough to sting—and definitely on the derriere. And of course, the act is attached to teaching and forgiveness and a walking through of the issue so that it leads to reconciliation and change and love.

That's the pretty version.

The boys weren't seeing the benefits just yet.

Jackson and Charlie have a very different approach to the news of an impending spanking. Charlie just stares. Wide-eyed. His brain immediately begins clicking and whirring. Within fifty seconds he orchestrates a mental plan of how best to charm his way through the incident with minimal pain. By a sheer act of will and a reasoning through percentages, he determines swiftly that playing the situation down will cause it to end with only a slight portion of hurt to his person.

Jackson destroys everything within his wake.

Not literally. He doesn't throw things or flail. But within a small eight-inch radius the planet implodes. Jackson takes the news that he will receive one spank the way most react in a house fire. He hugs his favorite belongings close to his body while screaming and rolling on the floor.

I ushered Jackson into the spanking chamber (our bedroom) first as I knew that the twenty-two solid minutes it would take to actually deliver the one spank would be an epic purgatorial wait (and hence, bonus lesson) for Charlie.

The reason a Jackson spanking can take so long is because we don't believe in wrestling our kids into the spanking. There has to be the moment of surrender. Charlie can fake surrender like the best of them—but Jackson? Not so much.

ME: Lean over, son.


ME: You can have a glass of water after your spank. It will take ten seconds.


ME: You cannot have a glass of water until after your spank.

No one tells a father he is going to be put in a position to say these sorts of irrational things.

ME: You're stalling. Let's just get the punishment over with.


ME: What?


ME: You can go to the bathroom after I spank you. We would be finished already ...


ME: I promise I won't whack the pee out of you.

See. Irrational things.

Of course, this is when Jackson moves from delay tactics and transitions into physical blockers. As I lean him over and pull back the spank stick, all sorts of appendages start flailing about spastically like Muppet tails, blocking the punishment trajectory. I've never seen the kid move so fast as he does when he strategizes a spank block.

The kid is Mister Miyagi-ing me, suddenly Jean-Claude Van Damme, blocking every attempt to close the deal. He won't play football, but this he can do.

I finally settle Jackson down.

ME: Jackson, I'm not going to fight you. You have to decide that you're going to accept the consequences for what you've done. You've fought me so long, that now you're going to get—

(Wait for it.)

ME: —two spanks.





I had no idea what the kid had in him. He began to writhe and weep and gnash his teeth. I'd never seen gnashing—but it's actually very impressive. I believe he may have even utilized sackcloth. The boy just flat-out wailed like he was being branded with a hot iron. To the neighbors, it must have sounded like I was stunning him with a police Taser.

And then Jackson moved away from delaying and blocking—to step three: blame.


ME: Who are you and what have you done with my child?


ME: All right, son. For that, you're now going to receive—

Somewhere, between the bedrock layers of our planet, a mushroom cloud was forming its power, readying itself for a self-imploding FOOM! Tension built, and a roar and a rumble began to build just beneath the crust of the earth.

ME: —three spanks.

And that is when Jackson vomited.


He barfed.

He wasn't sick to his stomach or coming down with a virus.

The boy got so worked up over three spankings that he literally upchucked everywhere.

He blew chunks all over the proceedings.

As a father you can't help but debate your own discipline tactics at this point.

I helped him wash up and then cooled him down with a cloth. He began to settle. After a few moments I addressed him.

ME: You okay?

JACKSON: I told you I needed to go to the bathroom.

Against all of Jackson's hopes and dreams, the regurgitation session did not replace any of the punishment, and I forged ahead with the three spanks anyway. The beauty of Jackson is, though he fights you all the way, you know where he stands. When the punishment is over, Jackson is quick to reconcile, huddled and sobbing in my arms. At that moment, after the pain, he is truly repentant. And he always comes out the other side changed.

Amid all of this excitement, Charlie sat waiting in the hall.

For twenty solid minutes. Hearing the sounds of torrential screams and human retching.

He sat, stone. Eyes like nickels on a plate of fine china.

Needless to say, Charlie walked in, bent over, and received his one spank in about six seconds flat.

Immensely accommodating.

But alas, not nearly as life-changing as Jackson.

It's harder to tell whether or not Charlie truly changes, because Charlie knows how to charm. During that same spanking, he sat near Kaysie and spoke to her as Jackson's sobs and moans were muffled behind the bedroom door.

CHARLIE: I'm not gonna do anyfing Jackson is doing when I go get MY spanking.

KAYSIE: You're not, huh?

CHARLIE: Nope. I'm gonna walk wight in and jus' get spanked.

KAYSIE: That's a good idea, Charlie.

CHARLIE: I do not wike it when Daddy spanks me.

KAYSIE: I'll bet you don't.

CHARLIE: I wike it when you spank me.

This piqued Kaysie's interest and she hesitated before asking nonchalantly–

KAYSIE: Oh really? Why?

CHARLIE: Because when Daddy spanks me, it hurts—but when you spank me, it does not—

Charlie's gaze finally met Kaysie's. The realization of the privileged information spilling out of his mouth occurred to him. He stared.

CHARLIE: I pwobably should not have told you dat.

Kaysie smiled pleasantly.

KAYSIE: Tell you what, son. From now on we'll let Daddy do all your spankings. Charlie sighed.

CHARLIE: Yep. I definitewy should not have told you dat.

So there is an inherent difference in the way Jackson deals with disappointment and in the way Charlie deals with it. Yes, Jackson goes off the deep end, revealing his scars and putting his emotions in front of a microphone—but at least the microphone tells the rest of us what we need to know. Jackson wrestles his flesh to the ground—and he does so in public. That's how we know the transformation is real. I know that his repentance is true because I witness his internal journey from resistance to acceptance firsthand.

Charlie? Well, you don't always know with Charlie. Charlie is good at seeming fine. He keeps his deepest feelings close to his chest. And the rough stuff? You could go a very long time without Charlie allowing anyone to see the rough stuff. The result is an engaging and personable child—everyone's best friend—though you don't always know what's really going on inside there.

Charlie positions and decorates himself instead of getting messy and raw. In this same way that we cannot see Charlie's true repentance and feelings, we as a Christian culture disguise the ugly, bury the past, and soak the dirty laundry in perfume. We do it as an effort to put our best foot forward, believing that "faking good" ministers more than "revealing bad." We have an emotional need to seem holier than all the "thous" we encounter while fitting in to the perfect flawless world of those who side-hug us on the way to the sanctuary.

We delay. We block. We blame.

We cover up.

And we somehow believe that this delivers a better impression of what it means to serve Christ. We believe that seeming the Stepford Wife makes us some sort of recruitment tool. But the truth is, we have done more damage to the world's impression of Jesus by feigning inaccurate perfection than we could ever cause by allowing those who don't follow Christ to see us wrestling our sins and flaws to the ground.


Many cite Matthew 5:48, "Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect," as a reason to make ourselves look good. But that verse doesn't have anything to do with fakery. It is a call, instead, to spiritual maturity. And maturity owns up to the truth. Others refer to Jesus and how it was His holiness that truly ministered. This, of course, is true. But we too quickly forget that His holiness ministered most powerfully as it stood side-by-side with His humanness. And never was His humanness more on display than in His birth.

Jesus revealed the rough stuff with the very way He first came into the world.

It seems to me that the first sentence in the first telling of the Son of God entering into this world would be glorious and filled with holy hyperbole. Not so. Instead we get a few pragmatic words: "A record of the genealogy of Jesus Christ." This is merely a preamble to the names that follow—names that expose Christ's lineage. The first chapter of Matthew fires the names off bam, bam, bam: so-and-so was the father of whatcha-ma-call-him—never taking the smallest breath, diving headlong into historic minutiae until ZING! Verse seven delivers the whopper—the first specific detail mankind received about the family Jesus comes from:

David was the father of Solomon, whose mother had been Uriah's wife.

Uriah? Wasn't he the guy David had killed? Murdered after David slept with his wife? That guy? Why on earth, out of all the admirable people in Jesus' lineage—and for that matter, all the honorable traits of David—why is this bucket of family dirt given the first and greatest mark of attention? A golden opportunity missed. Here the ultimate history book had the option of paving a red carpet lined with paparazzi before Jesus, publicizing the elitist line He came from and urging the public down to its knees in awe. This was the proof: that Jesus came from the lineage of the favorite king, the man after God's own heart—David. But instead of applauding this fact, chapter one in Matthew pauses to remind the reading audience that this great King David whose line led to the Savior—this beloved ancestor of Jesus Christ—was a man of great failure and greater scandal.

Matthew started his history book with tabloid fodder. Why?

Because just like you and me, Jesus came from a scandalous history. But unlike you and me, Jesus was not afraid for the world to know and remember that scandal. As a matter of fact, He welcomed it.

We all come from something scandalous. Perhaps those who came before us, perhaps the lives we lived before we lived for Christ, perhaps some aspect of our current lives. But in modern Christianity we have somehow deluded ourselves into believing that priority one is to eradicate this reality.

We bury. We pretend. We deny to others and ourselves.

And even worse—when the opportunity arises to actually come clean with the soiled spots of our life history—we instead make believe everything is, and always has been, a series of either perfect, fine, or no big deal. And in so doing, we make ourselves into the very fakers we detest. We somehow convince ourselves that this is what Jesus would want: a wiped-clean facade. A steam-pressed, white-cotton, buttoned-down church shirt.

We live the rough stuff—sin, hardships, our scandalous histories—but we keep it silent. We believe it to be a lapse in faith to actually comment on the rough stuff or give it reference. We assume that exhaling the rough stuff somehow gives it more power, so we smile and wave and praise the Lord that everything good is permanent and everything not-so-good had zero effect on us. We have a terrible habit of skipping the rough stuff.

I do this too. And I don't understand why.

I look at the way Jesus entered this world and I see very quickly why it was important for Him to make mention of His scandalous history. It softened the blow for the shame and disgrace that would accompany Him into the world. It was as if Jesus said, I know the manner in which I am born is going to start the rumor mill flowing, so I might as well give it a head start. And what rough stuff it was:

• a mother pregnant before even married

• a father who almost broke off the engagement

• parents who make their decisions based on angel dreams

• a cousin born of the elderly

• a birth in an animal barn

• adoration from astrologers

• a birth that prompts the murder of hundreds of other infants


Excerpted from CHRISTIANISH by MARK STEELE. Copyright © 2009 Mark Steele. Excerpted by permission of David C. Cook.
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Table of Contents


i am Christianish,
1 scandalous (revealing the rough stuff),
2 wholiness (it is also written),
3 phariseesaw (perhaps I am my nemesis),
4 shut up already (righteousness is not the change agent),
5 God said no (standing in my own way),
6 losers for Jesus (the painful give),
7 vanilla me (going without),
8 upside is a downside (becoming unhuman),
9 the grace discount (ministry is surgery),
10 the Jesus show (love is a muscle),
11 in Jesus' name, amends (willing to transform),
i am Christian mark steele,

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Christianish 3.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 9 reviews.
ChristysBookBlog More than 1 year ago
Christianish by Mark Steele is a book guaranteed to unsettle readers' ideas of what it means to be a Christian. Steele, a stand up comic uses his skills well in this book. Several sections were so laugh out loud funny that I had to read them to my husband, others had me snorting and chuckling. He uses humor to bring readers in, and then compels further interest through his pointed look at how Christians are making Christ look bad because we want faith to be comfortable rather than real. Living a Christianish life means calling ourselves Christian without ever being stretched into the new beings God wants us to be. This is the rare book that actually made me laugh AND cry! Steele's story about a young man working his way through a ropes course while battling acrophobia brought me to tears, and Steele used the powerful story to demonstrate what real faith looks like. Stepping out in fear, but constantly trusting in the Father's plan and love, never freezing and turning tail. Sometimes we need someone to shake up our faith, and Steele is the perfect person for the job.
Wyn More than 1 year ago
The premise is good, are we following what Jesus taught and walked or are we following what we think the Christian church teaches. As everyone knows those are not the same thing. Have we become so worried about what our church and fellow members think of us that we have lost sight of what Jesus and God think of us? The writing is very good. Mr. Steele uses examples from his own life to illustrate principles that Jesus taught and show how we follow and how we diverge from those teachings. He had quite a few very good points. But, I found myself getting bored by the 5th chapter. It could be the difference between male and female but I really found his personal illustrations just taking up too much of each chapter. He starts out each chapter with an illustration but it seems to me to be at least half the chapter. I would have preferred the illustrations to be shorter and more to the point, I found them exceedingly long-winded and detailed. I also found myself skipping that part of the chapter by the mid-point and going for the relavency in the Christian walk. Like I said he did have some good points but if I hadn't been reading the book for review purposes I would have put it down and not picked it up about half way through.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Thank you Mr. Steele for sharing your experiences and for putting to paper what should be words of conviction to many modern day self-proclaimed christians.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Sorry bi<_>tch, but youre screwed. The competition is nowhere to be found. Fu<_>ck this.
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bp0602 More than 1 year ago
The basic message of this book is that as Christians we aren't always truly following Christ. Saying we are Christians and actually following Christ are not the same. We may think we are following Him when in reality we are not. Often we just sort of go along and do all the things we think are "right" without following Christ. Too often we get caught up in programs or rituals instead of a relationship. This is not being a true example of Christ to the world. The author gave many examples and stories from his own life to make his points. One quote from the book that I liked was this on page 44: "The world is looking for Jesus, but they don't know they are looking for Jesus because they believe they are looking for truth. You and I know that truth is Jesus. But them? They do not know that truth is Jesus because you and I are supposed to be Jesus--and you and I couldn't look less like truth." This was a good book for the most part; I just had trouble focusing on it. It did not hold my attention too well. I thought the author has a good point though.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Where's the writing contest?