This blog, for a change, is not about me.
Before I get into this, I want to say that this blog is written passionately. And honestly. And my prayer is that those who read it will not read it thinking I think I've got this on lock (I so, so don't), or that it's written from a condemning, judging heart, because I promise you, it is the very opposite. This is written from a heart that is desperate for the people, for the truth, and for unity.
It is also written somewhat fearful of negative backlash. It stems from years of feeling this way and being silent. It also comes from watching loved ones get hurt, burned, or turned off to Christianity all together. And it is written because my best friend said one of the most encouraging things anyone's ever said to me "Revolution is not a dinner party, not an essay, nor a painting, nor a piece of embroidery. it cannot be advanced softly, gradually, carefully, considerately, respectfully, polietly, plainly, or modestly. Just do it."
This is about us. Humans. People. And if we're going to get specific, Christians.
I looked, and I can't find it anywhere in the Bible where Jesus said "to each his own", or where he commanded his children to group off into organizations and talk negatively behind each others backs. I couldn't recall a verse where one denomination was declared greater then another, or anything of the sort. I could, however, find 1 Corinthians 1:10. "I appeal to you, brothers, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that all of you agree with one another so that there may be no divisions among you and that you may be perfectly united in mind and thought."
That's pretty black and white if you ask me. Agree. Agree to love each other. Agree to put aside our affiliations and the religious differences we may have and focus on the thing that we do have in common. Jesus. Loving the lost and leading them to the truth we've found. Using our every word to praise the name of the Creator, not muttering under our breath about our differences.
This is huge people. It's become an epidemic on LSU's campus and no one is untouched. If you're not picking teams, then you're standing on the sidelines thinking "What about this mess is supposed to attract me to Christianity?" And if that's you, I am sorry. I am sorry that we, as Christians, have failed you, and that we, at times, pervert the love of Christ to a point that it is unrecognizable.
But if you're a part of this mess, how about we put down our weapons? How about we quit caring where people go, and start worrying about how their heart is? It really is so much more simple then we've made it out to be. Stop muttering and dividing, and start loving. If I was a gambling woman, I'd bet that you kind of love the way it feels.
So here it is. The hardest post I've ever written.
Thank God He's making me