i don’t think we understand the power of our words, and it truly grieves my soul.
[and fear not; the irony of this post is not lost on me.]
i entered the ‘blogosphere’ a couple years ago, and through that i have followed several people with rather large platforms, preaching their message over the mountain and through the woods. and honestly? it’s hard not to get discouraged by some of the things people actually have the guts to say. because i think we have soooo lost the point. i think we spend so much time preaching and arguing, hating and retweeting the hate, that we actually have lost touch with life’s purpose: to love freely and give fully. selflessly.
instead, we have criticism over everything everyone is doing, Christian or otherwise. no one can create anything anymore, because there are 300 people waiting to rejoice in their failures, and waiting to share opinions over how wrong they are. we aren’t sharing in one another’s burdens anymore; we are openly laughing at them.
we have women leaders leveraging their following to bash planned parenthood, an organization devoted to the health and care of women, using lies and manipulation. thousands will lose affordable healthcare — please note i said ‘healthcare’, not ‘abortion’; planned parenthood does more than that — if you continue to fight for their destruction.
we have pastors, publicly calling men and women of the LGBT community ‘less than human’, ‘despicable’, and an ‘abomination.’ until you know first hand what it’s like to feel 100% attracted to the same sex and 100% devoted to Jesus fully, you should probably keep your stones in your pocket.
we have mouthy Christians, expending all their time and energy on proving the ‘rightness’ or ‘wrongness’ of so many different issues i can’t keep them all straight. you are fighting the wrong battle, and trying to take down the wrong kingdom. legalizing or abolishing anything will not change anything.
we have pastors speaking over my life, telling me that the images in my husband’s head will never go away, and that sins of my past will forever be carved in the walls of my heart. how dare you put God in a box like that. last i checked, He makes all things new.
and we have women — countless women — speaking to our girls, telling them that the integrity of their character is measured by the length of their skirts, and to wear anything revealing is to be damning their brothers to sin. how dare you give a young girl the responsibility of anyone else’s sin but her own. and how dare you add to an already very loud world that says she is worth nothing more than what it looks like she is worth. it matters who you are, not who it looks like you are. if i tell someone about Jesus with my cleavage showing, does it still count?
people have become so hateful, so publicly hateful. arguments are everywhere, and they are unending. and i am just so sick of it already.
“I have given them the glory that you gave me, that they may be one as we are one — I in them and you in me—so that they may be brought to complete unity. Then the world will know that you sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me.” John 17:22-23