love Tag

What do Indian food and Syrian refugees have in common? I'll tell you. I (mostly) love Indian food. There's this buffet in Canton that I go to once in a while, and it's the perfect way to eat Indian food. I can take as much chicken curry as I want, and walk right by the weird vegan......thing......they have at the far end of the line. I can get extra naan bread and just a little bit a few other things I like to eat with it, but only a bite or two before I've had enough. I can take what I want and leave what I don't. Buffets are great (* - Golden Corral is the exception to this rule) for eating. But conceptually, it doesn't work in other areas of life. You can't do that whole buffet thing at work, only doing what you like and not doing what you don't. You'd get fired in no time. You can't do that in your family. Lots of people try, and it always ends in broken homes. And you can't treat following Jesus like a buffet.

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."

But is it working?

Thousands of years ago, merchants and gypsies would travel from one marketplace to another carrying goods that they would sell for a living. The roads in those days, where there were roads, were rough. Long before the Roman road system that revolutionized long-distance travel, it was a difficult journey from one city to the next. Many of these merchants sold pottery. As they would travel from one place to another, because of the rough roads, often the pots would bang against each other. They would crack and break. Because they didn't want to lose out on the money they could make from selling these pots, the merchants would take wax, melt it and