Often times we seem to get confused between what our job is and what our purpose is. People let what they do define who they are. In the process, they think that what they do is why they exist in the first place.
There is only one truth, one way to the Father, and it is not virginity, it is not a six-day creation, and it is definitely not anti-immigration laws.
When a person refuses to look at you, when they hide their face so that they are not seen, when they blatantly turn their backs to you… It struck me in that moment that this was exactly what God was doing to Moses.
I don’t think we completely embody God’s idea of the church. The way I understand it, we’re meant to be one cohesive unit, where each person is an essential part. What I see happening is some people get put on a higher pedestal than others.
"If God did exist, He must have been a fool. Because here I was hijacking His religion, doing everything right, feeling right, but all of it without Him"
Don’t be that guy or gal that shames someone who is brave enough to speak out about it, for taking medication.
I’m not going to carry on such divisiveness in my generation. I can’t change the world overnight by myself. But…sometimes all it takes is one person.
I’ve thought about the phrase and what it means to not be in want, the first response was in getting past the stereotypical American “First World” mind set. I honestly think the weight of this goes deeper than just the materialistic desires.
We as Christians, as the church, suck at loving people. I’m sorry if I’m being a bit too forward, but I really feel that it’s worth shedding light on... Personally, I know that feelings come and go, and this isn’t the first time I’ve felt this and it certainly won’t be the last.
I used to pray to God to take me by my 35th birthday, because who in their right mind would want to live past that, right?! As I got closer to that target date birthday, I kindly asked God MANY times for an extension on my original prayer. It wasn’t so much that I was afraid of death at that point, I just hadn’t accomplished many of the things I really wanted to...
"It is time to look at doubt without fear. We must rather embrace the questions of doubt as an opportunity and a promise for God to prove his faithfulness and reveal the extent of his love for us."
"Its been eight years into my journey with Jesus, and there are more questions, uncertainty, and doubt than I've ever had in my life. This whole thing could be a pile of shit, but if it helps me love people like Jesus did in the Gospels, I'm okay with that."
I don’t have a conversion story. I don’t have a date that I remember thinking Jesus is real now. He was always real. As real as the color green. If He was ever not-real, my reality would shatter. Just like if you told me the color green wasn’t actually green.
“Everyone just has to be so politically correct.”
“People are offended way too easily these days.”
“I don’t understand why people are always so butthurt.”
Being a person who is constantly on the internet (for better or for worse), I see comments like this all the time. For a while I would think that, yeah, it really does seem like everyone is always offended. The thing they’re offended about wasn’t that bad. After a while though, something clicked. I realized where I was going wrong. Whenever these topics came up, I realized the one thing in common with them all:
I don’t belong to the same group as the victims.
I’ve never been on the receiving end of racism. I’ve never dealt with any sort of disadvantage due to my gender. I’ve never been raped. I’ve never truly felt like I didn’t belong in my own body. I’ve never been told I’m an abomination because of who I’m attracted to. I’ve never had society at large tell me that I don’t belong because of things I cannot control.
This realization was pivotal for me. Noticing this allowed me to take new perspectives. My straight white dude worldview was not and will never be comprehensive enough to understand the nuances of every situation. I’m not that smart (no, seriously, I’m not). I am smart enough, however, to know that if I want to understand people better, if I want to love them better, I need to listen. I can’t tell them how to feel, I need to listen when they tell me. Louis C.K. said it well:
“When a person tells you that you hurt them, you don’t get to decide that you didn’t.”
How in the world can we say “it’s just a joke” when we have no idea what it’s like to be on the receiving end of the pain we so flippantly dismiss? How can we tell people “it’s not a big deal man” when it’s never been our deal to begin with?
I do still think there is a “too far,” don’t get me wrong. Just like basically everything, there’s a fine line that can be crossed. However, I don’t think we’re in some hyper-sensitive age where everyone is getting offended by everything. I think our society is just slowly getting better at listening. I think we’re realizing we can’t tell people how to feel about jokes that target them.
If you’re someone who resonates with the “everyone’s always getting so offended” mentality, I’ve got a challenge for you. Step out of your own shoes, and into the shoes of others. Take a look at the group being hurt. Talk to and make friends with people who are different than you. Ask questions. Try really hard to understand. Listen. Take the time to do these things. You’ll come to realize that experience is invaluable.
We don’t live in a hyper-sensitive society. We live in a society that’s learning to listen.