About a month ago I was reading my daily devotion and it was about LOVE. That word in Christianity is a simple word but it holds so many different levels and understanding. The devotion talked about how even though sometimes a person may have wronged you, that forgiveness is the right response and that you have to love your enemies.
This isn’t something new to me. I grew up with these principles. I believe in them. Jesus Christ preached it. He loved and forgave those who ended capturing Him and crucifying Him. He showed the way to love.
But that made me think about something. Who actually are my enemies? My arrogant self made me think that there is no possible way for anyone not to like me. That means I must not have any enemies, right?
No. I had to dig deeper. I started to think about who I would consider my enemies. Not people hating me, but people I was hating.
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I have experienced so many times and people that I know that have forgotten about simply loving people, but instead Bible thump people who are different. It’s sad to hear this story and realize that church is a place where everyone is welcome, no matter what.
How come we can’t love the people the way God loves them? This is a refreshing reminder that love is the first and truly only thing God wants from us. Can we do that right truthfully before worrying about the other things?
You are beautiful. It’s true.
God is love. Love comes from God.
So if God is love, then what is love?
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies,they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.”
1 Corinthians 13:4-8 (New International Version)
That is love.
When God sees us, he doesn’t see the ugly. He sees us as beautiful.
The reason why I brought this up is because of a collective of recent events in this world.
Go celebrate! I wouldn’t mind joining you!
Preface: This was something that had been stirring in my heart for the past couple weeks. I can’t pinpoint exactly why, but I felt that I needed to write this post… or at least put it out there.
I am not actually gay. But having grown up in the Bay Area, having gay friends and really observing as an outsider, I wanted to share my thoughts on it. I haven’t been vocal about it in the past and part of it came because I wasn’t sure what to say. Now after some thinking, praying and reflection, I feel that at some level, I think I get it.
I probably will get some negative responses to this and that’s fine with me. I might get positive ones too. This message comes from the heart and I write this out of love.
When I first even got a glimpse or an idea of what being gay might be, I was a kid. I didn’t know what it meant really. I just thought it was some kind of term you used to say someone was different. I distinctly remember calling Michael Jackson gay because he was different. I don’t think it was necessarily the fact that he was very pale and sounded like a woman to me, but I just felt that being gay just meant you were different. I might have used it as an insult like this as a kid, but I never really believed it. I had no problem with it, really. It didn’t affect me, so it wasn’t my problem.
That mentality has stuck with me my entire life. I didn’t see it affecting my life, so I didn’t really deal with it. (When Prop 8 came around, I didn’t speak out for or against it. I don’t even remember if I voted.) Despite the fact that I grew up in the Bay Area, went to school with gays, it never really meant anything to me. Maybe because I was used to it. Maybe because I was never scolded or told how to feel about it. It wasn’t my life, so I just let it be.