All week, I’ve watched lines being drawn in the sand, friends standing toe-to-toe on opposite sides of the arguments. I’ve watch professing Christians, with differing viewpoints, cut each other down with profanity and name calling on Facebook.
With every stabbing word, my heart twists into knots. This is not the way.
Beloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another ( 1 John 4:11)
Lines being drawn, more posturing. More pride, more hatred fueling hatred. Division, discouragement, disappointment.
And noise. So much noise.
Where is the love? I wonder.
The other day, I told one of my children that sometimes, (all of the time?) it’s more important to be loving than to be right.
Love does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. (1 Corinthians 13:5-7)
This week, I’ve read numerous articles regarding the treatment of refugees, and proclamations about how we are to respond to those who stand at our gates and knock–as a nation, as Christians, as fellow humans.
And if I can be honest, I’m weary from the conversations…