You’ve all seen them. The picket lines. The painted faces of children. The restaurant receipts that look more like hate mail. We’ve all heard them. Those and many more. The voices, louder than all of the others, screaming to everyone. Listing off the people that God hates. The people that are certain to be banished to hell. The people deserving of the wrath of God. Even blaming natural disasters on those people. Blaming the downfall of America on those people. Blaming everything on those people.
I have quietly sat in my living room; seething, broken hearted, angry. Quietly sat while the voices louder than mine portrayed God as angry, unloving, and heartless. Quietly sat while humanity mourned lost heroes, with picket lines in the background. Quietly sat while children were used to further a message of hate they didn’t understand. Quietly sat while small numbers of people were allowed to tarnish the image of thousands. I can sit quietly no longer.
See, I have been afraid. Afraid that my one voice wouldn’t be heard over the crowd. That my whisper would be drowned out by the storm. That I, one person, could do nothing to change it. And for that, I apologize. All of that may be true. I may be able to change nothing. But if I don’t try, if I don’t shout and hope to be heard; I will never even have the chance. So, I’m doing it. I’m shouting through the darkness. I’m shouting love.
I am a Christian. That doesn’t mean I’m religious. I’m not. What that means is, I have a personal relationship with God. It means that I talk to Him. It means that I cry to Him. It sometimes means I get angry when I don’t understand. It means I love Him and that I know that He loves me. He loves me with a love greater than anything I could ever comprehend. He loves me with an infinite, everlasting love. And, because I have a relationship with Him, I make it my purpose to know everything I can about Him. I spend time with Him daily and I soak up every bit of knowledge I can. Many things about Him I may never understand, but there is one thing I know. God is love.
There is this reoccurring message in the Bible. One that says that God loves. He loves all of His creation. He loves us. While there are many things He expects from us, love is paramount. We are supposed to love Him back. That is number one. Directly under that, above all else… we are to love each other. Love. That is our job. As Christians, we are supposed to spread God’s love.
I’ve read the Bible. I know what it says about sin. I know what it says about certain lifestyles and choices. I also know what it says about being a hypocrite. I know what it says about judging others. I know what it says about me. I know my shortcomings. I know my failures. And I own up to them. There are people in my life that it is hard for me not to be judgmental of. It is hard not to think that I deserve to have an opinion of them. But, the truth is, I don’t. I don’t get to judge anyone. I don’t get to make that call. I don’t get to project my insecurities onto them: after all, isn’t that what our judgment of each other really is?
No one on this earth knows what God has in store for our futures. No one on this earth has the power to condemn people to hell, and I believe that claiming to do so is a dangerous game. None of us has any right to point the finger anywhere else. The Bible clearly states that, to God, no sin is bigger than another. To God, wrong is wrong. And people will be judged. But, they will be judged by God; and no one else.
It is my hope, of course, that everyone reading this would believe this message and lives would be changed. It is my hope that my words could change the world. I realize that’s not realistic. There will alway be people who choose not to believe. I know that. My responsibility, and my desire, is to spread this message of love. The option to believe is up to you. No one can be forced. That is one of the things I love most about this great nation. No one can be forced to believe anything. And no one should be. True belief can not come out of coercion. As for me, I can sit quietly no longer. God hates no one. No one.
I’m going to do something I’ve not done before. I’m going to ask you to share this. Share it with everyone you know. I don’t believe that my words have any magic powers. I do believe that the truth has a way of cutting through all of the lies. But it can’t if no one says it. So, I’m saying it. And I’m asking you to help me. Let’s share some positive. Let’s share some love. Thank you.