It landed in my inbox and I couldn’t not read it:
A Christian Debate on Gay Marriage from Relevant Magazine featuring two “experts” on either side of the issue.
The article itself wasn’t even that good. (No disrespect intended.)
But the comments…
The comments are what drew me in.
I read pages and pages of comments, one after the other, from people in either camp of the gay marriage debate.
Some appeared to be written with much thought and intelligence.
Others seemingly rattled off out of haste and unbridled emotion.
Some quoting scripture and some quoting experience.
Many out of context.
All on both sides.
The tears began to well as I realized that what I’ve been fearing really is true:
We are more known for what we’re against than for what we are for.
Why aren’t Christians known for mothering for orphans, caring for widows, assisting the elderly, including the outcast?
Why aren’t Christians known for embracing the refugee and the alien?
Why aren’t Christians known for being accepting and gracious and abounding in love?
Why aren’t Christians known for bringing healing to the broken-hearted?
Why aren’t Christians known for being slow to anger?
Why aren’t Christians known for addressing poverty and engineering clean water and reducing childhood mortality?
Why aren’t Christians known for befriending inmates and serving the homeless?
Why aren’t Christians known for improving health care and education?
Why aren’t Christians known for diffusing discord and being bringers of peace?
Why aren’t Christians known for loving gay people? Any people? All people?
It breaks my heart that we are known for deciding who are sinners and who aren’t. Who gets into heaven, and who does not. What sins should be legislated and which sins shouldn’t. (As if that “right” belongs exclusively to us.)
Because don’t we all need Jesus?
Isn’t the ground at the cross a level place?
Wasn’t his sacrifice sufficient for everyone?
Have we not all been made in his image?
Does he not delight in his children, whether they know him or not?
Aren’t we all worthy of his gift?
Is there not room enough in his heart for all?
Is there not room enough in mine?
So I closed the screen as my lap became wet with heavy tears.
Forgive us Lord. Have mercy. Draw near. Show your face.
I wept as I prayed.
And then I wondered, what if we prayed more than we lobbied?
What if we practiced more than we preached?
What if we served more than we sought protection?
What if we asked for more of God’s heart to help us navigate our times?
What if compassion moved us, instead of anger, fear, and judgment?
What if we loved, expecting nothing in return?
P.S. I went over time limit today. And please note, I will delete any comments that I deem unkind or disrespectful. (Whether comments are in agreement or not is not the issue. I will not engage in online debate or tolerate slander.)
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