I get it.
I am a sinner. I have failed. I have miserably failed. I have broken promises. I have demolished covenant. I have undervalued love. I have stretched patience. I have assumed upon grace. I have presumed upon mercy.
You think I’m a mess. You tell me that frequently. So, you try to fix me, to redefine me, to rebirth me, to re-conceive me, to re-imagine me.
You preach about me. You lecture about me. You write about me.
You protest against me. You wish to isolate me. You want to banish me. You dream of imprisoning me.
You compare me to the worst of humanity’s evilness.
I get it. You don’t think much of me.
At least, that’s the message I’m receiving.
I know you say you are doing all that “in love.” I know that you say “loving the sinner, but hating the sin.”
You wanna know something?
I’m not buying it.
Because all your damned bluster sounds more like “hating the sinner” than anything else.
And…I’m not really getting that you “love the sinner” anywhere in all that. You say that you love me, but I’m not getting that at all. I, in fact, do not know that you love me.
I’m wondering, instead of telling me something that I don’t know, would you…could you…show me what I don’t know?
If you believe so strongly that Jesus is with you always and that His love is more powerful than any other force known to man, and you want me to experience His love, then why don’t you just show me?
Why are you so afraid of me and those like me? Why must you insist on speaking only about us, and not engaging us eye-to-eye?
Why must I always be kept at arms length, doubted and feared?
Why must my sexual habits be more important to you for defining my relationship with God than the testosterone-driven – and straight – male?
Why are the rules so exclusively and unequally harsh for me?
I suspect that the reason is that you simply don’t know me. You haven’t spent time with me. You haven’t asked me questions. You haven’t listened to my testimony of faith. You haven’t put your arm around me. You haven’t looked me in the eye.
You haven’t experienced my heart.
But, if you want me to really know that you love me, then that’s what you are going to have to do.