I had an epiphany of sorts today. It started at Kairos when Mike Glenn spoke about how the Church has been at times on the wrong side of race relations and how 11 am on Sunday is still the most segregated hour in this country.
I thought of a mosaic. Or you can substitute a stained glass window if you want.
How boring would it be if every single piece was the same color? The same shape?
What if every single person were exactly like me? Just a lot of carbon copies of Greg running amuck? That’s a scary thought.
Like Mike Glenn said, you’re not wrong, just different. You’re you, unlike anybody else who has ever lived. And that’s a good thing.
I’m personally glad that not everybody looks or talks or thinks like me. Even if some of those people do and say things that I don’t agree with.
I believe it’s wrong to look down on someone because he or she is different. That means different race, different body shape, different upbringing, etc.
It’s easy for me to criticize someone who sins differently than I do. It’s easy for me to crusade against those vices I don’t struggle with.
But God loves all these people. Even the people I have the hardest time loving. Even those who have the hardest time loving me.
I think everybody discriminates against something. It’s the old sin nature in all of us, the part that was broken by the fall. But Jesus’ love is powerful enough to make the brokenness whole again and to make us new creations who can learn to love all those He loves the way He loves.