I sat down with the intention of breaking down the 28 Reasons (see previous post) one by one. I re-read the entire article again but this time I felt nothing but filthy for even reading it – a type of filth that felt ‘porn-ish’ in nature – an abomination.
I’m sure the author feels very strongly about each of the reasons she listed. And my first reading of the article terrified and troubled me, as I said earlier, that Christians could be labeled in such a way. And I still feel strongly that a response from me is required, if only to myself and to those of you who are reading along with me. But the response has turned out to be quite different than my initial reaction. That in itself is a nugget of truth that I need to remind myself of often – to think things through before I react. And to listen to that still, small voice that, yes, speaks to me. All that hear that voice know it and do not need to fear being in the group labeled ‘Christian’. Those who hear the voice know Who stands with us.
That being said, my ultimate response to the author of the 28 Reasons is this:
1 Corinthians 13: 12-13
For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known. But now faith, hope, love, abide these three; but the greatest of these is love.
I have taken the author to my prayer room, that she will know that these comments are not done in love, in the spirit of Christ. That her mind and heart will be awakened to the knowledge that this type of propaganda does nothing but fuel the hatred, to allow the talons of evil to dig even deeper into those the evil is seeking to devour. Which is everyone who gives evil the crack to enter through.
So, my dear readers, I owe you all an apology. My intention to not allow a ‘haunt’ to come upon you was, in fact, the very thing I did. In my confusion, I was a means of spreading something other than love. I sincerely apologize.
I have learned a valuable lesson through this. To guard closely the words I send into the world. If the words are not good and true and kind, I’ll not allow them at all – even if it’s to make a point as I was attempting to do.
Because if the words are not good, they are not of God. And there’s only one other alternative to where those kinds of words come from. I picture that heinous one gleefully rubbing his hands together and saying “gotcha”.
Again, I apologize.
May God bless each and every one of you.