Dear Christians, I try never to exclude people, but today I’d like to focus only on you, the people who share my faith – the people I know best. We’ve had a lot of disagreements in the past. Some of us have even split off from one another over doctrine and hurt feelings. And we […]
I try never to exclude people, but today I’d like to focus only on you, the people who share my faith – the people I know best.
We’ve had a lot of disagreements in the past. Some of us have even split off from one another over doctrine and hurt feelings. And we haven’t always been kind.
Many of us are convinced we have all the right answers, when in reality, we haven’t asked enough of the right questions. We haven’t asked and asked until we found common ground, until we found a way where we could work together.
We’ve used bumper sticker phrases like band-aids, but the scars from our arguments are still there. And those scars? They’re distracting when we try to talk to people about love and mercy, about forgiveness and healing.
Belief has mystery all around its edges. We can use that to badger one another or to build one another.
I know I’ve wrestled with my faith. I’ve tested and tried. I’ve searched scripture and I’ve cried to God for answers. I suspect you have, too. Just because we disagree on things today doesn’t mean we’ll always disagree. God never changes, but I pray I do.
Clearly we have many battles to fight in this world, many causes we are called to support. But we shouldn’t confuse the number of battles with the number of enemies.
There is only one enemy.
And the lie he tells us is that we are all enemies.
I hear it from the talking heads, the experts on TV. I read it in the newspapers and watch it scroll through on Facebook and Twitter. We act as if there is no hope for the left and for the right, and we forget – as one body – we share the same heart.
We forget that the baby in the manger came addressed to all of us.
We forget that God calls us beloved. Beloved liberal. Beloved conservative. Beloved sinners, all of us.
Beloved. Beloved. Beloved.
Jesus had kind words for prostitutes, thieves and murderers. He had harsh words for religious people who thought themselves better than others.
We have much to do, you and I. We must be up and about our Father’s business – and his business is love.
I pray we can all agree on that.