The past few days have made me sad. Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, comment threads on news articles, conversations outside Starbucks…everywhere I look, everywhere I am, I hear anger. Hatred. Even rage.
At the same time, I hear hurt. Pain. Sadness.
In the wake of the recent Supreme Court decision regarding homosexual marriage, it’s all over the place. I know you’ve seen it too.
I’m not assigning a certain behavior, action, attitude or feeling to one “side” or another. I see it all on both “sides” of the issue.
This past week, I’ve heard one phrase more than almost any other. I’ve seen Christians, even well-intentioned, compassionate, grace-giving Christ-followers, use this phrase:
“Love the sinner, hate the sin.”
If you were in my workshop at Summer in the Son and you’re looking for the devo pages to download and save/print, here they are! (If you weren’t in my workshop and want them anyway, help yourself.)
As far back as I can remember, I’ve always had a very particular perception of Jesus. I don’t think my version of Jesus was shaped by any particular person or event more than any other. Just years and years of filtering and layering and processing that have all worked together to create a finished product that fits my mold.
My version of Jesus was a white guy. I don’t mean that to be racist in any way. That’s just how I grew up picturing Him in my mind. Maybe you did too. Probably had something to do with all the Bible bookstore paintings that hang on walls of churches and homes of people who like Bible bookstore paintings.
I know a guy, a pretty young guy, who is battling cancer. And the cancer is winning. I know a lot of people who have battled cancer, but something is different about this one particular guy I know, even though I can’t explain what it is. I don’t even really know him well, but I haven’t been able to get him off of my mind the past few weeks. It’s not fair that cancer wins, especially over someone so young. In his fight, every step forward has come with three steps backward, and it sucks. There’s no other way to put it.
My grandma has also been on my mind. She’s about 5 years or so into the debilitating mess of Alzheimers. We’ve watched a woman who was always bright, sharp, funny and loving be stripped of her memory and personality. Who she is now isn’t her. We see the effects of the disease, but it’s not her. Things like Alzheimers shouldn’t exist. I don’t understand why we haven’t figured it out yet. Why haven’t we found a cure? Why hasn’t God given someone the answer?