Last week I read a newspaper article that my son wrote.
Not so fun.
It was all about a father who beat his nine year old boy. Taunted him. Belittled him. Day after day after day.
“What can I do,” I asked God as tears smeared my mascara and ran in squiggly lines down my cheeks, “How can an ordinary person like me change these kinds of things?”
That’s all I got. Six measly letters. Didn’t seem much of an answer at first. But, eventually, it made sense.
I needed to lay down
- my pride
- my possessions
- my carefully laid plans
if they stood in the way of caring for broken and the hurting around me.
And, let’s face it. Some of them broken folks are not so nice. But, being kind requires
- getting out of our comfort zone.
- reaching out to the ones no one else wants around.
Maybe you’re thinking you are better off just crawling into your little church bubble where it’s all cozy and warm.
But, that’s not what we were redeemed to do.
Jesus wants us to rock our confused culture with His love.
“You have heard … ‘Love your neighbor,” Jesus says in Matthew chapter five, “and hate your enemy.’ But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be sons of your Father in heaven.”
It’s not just being nice.
It’s all about reveling the heart of our heavenly Father to a jaded world.