How I Was Raised

Yesterday, my grandma and I were talking about how it must be hard for our former intentional interim pastor’s wife. First, she has to move when he does, which is about every six months to two years. And secondly, many churchgoers aren’t too thrilled about having an intentional interim pastor because they know he will be leaving soon and there is no point in befriending him [or his wife]. As we were talking, I brought up the fact that I always talked to her regardless of me knowing she wouldn’t be around forever. My dad responded to that by saying “Well, that’s because it’s how you were raised.”

I stopped and asked him what he meant. “You were taught to talk to everyone, regardless of who they are.” Now, my dad isn’t necessarily a professing Christian and he doesn’t go to church on a regular basis, nor do we talk about things of faith, but when he said that it made me think. I was raised that way, I just never realized it until now.

Sure, I know that I talk to everyone unless they have specifically wronged me. And, sure, I try not to judge people…but doesn’t everyone do that? No, they don’t.

Everywhere around me, I see people in churches—professing Christians—judging people around them and not talking to people who are “different” or who are “going against” their beliefs. I find it all to be ridiculous…and it’s completely un-Christlike. We should not judge people around us…we should not judge someone who is gay, we should not judge someone who has premarital sex, we should not even judge a murderer. It is God’s job to judge, and our job to love.

I can honestly say that I love everyone. Even the serial killers and the rapists and the high school girl down the street who got pregnant last week. So yeah. That's how I see myself as a pinprick of Light in the Darkness.

Posted by Jane | at 1/05/2011 05:00:00 AM


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