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“And in the morning, rising up a great while before day, he went out , and departed unto a solitary place, and there he prayed.”
“Blessed are they that keep his testimonies, and that seek him with the whole heart.”
“And now, Israel, what doth the Lord thy God require of thee, but to fear the LORD they God, to walk in all his ways, and to love him, and to serve the LORD thy God with all thy heart and with all thy soul.”
“Shew my thy ways, O LORD; teach me thy paths. Lead me in thy truth, and teach me: for thou art the God of my salvation; on thee do I wait all the day.”
Hot topic coming at y’all today.
Without scrolling through my feed 2 seconds, I saw that a few fellow bloggers had written about one subject: homosexuals. Can a homosexual be a Christian? Will we see them in Heaven? Is it right or wrong?
This isn’t going to be one of those posts. I’m not going to shove in your face Scripture that tells you whether or not homosexuals can be Christians. I’m not going to tell you that marriage was only meant for one man and one woman. I’m not even going to tell you, you need to love them with agape love. While those are all true, that’s not what I’m talking about today.
As a Christian to a fellow believer, I want to challenge you.
Have you noticed that people, including Christians, view homosexuals… differently? Of course you have. You’ve seen how we either place them on a pedestal, or we place them lower than the scum of the earth; the point is, they are always taking the spotlight, whether good or bad. Why do you think it’s such a hot topic? Such a problem? Are they any worse than every other sinner?
How have we come to a point where homosexuals have their own subdivision in Hell, a special place a few thousand degrees hotter than the rest of the Lake of Fire? Since when did one sin become any worse than the other?
Homosexuals are sinners committing sin. But then again, are we not sinners… struggling against the same sin?
Lying, stealing, coveting, dishonoring parents…
The. Same. Sins.
And yet, homosexuals are special. They fight a different kind of sin. Not like us. They are people under the command of sin.
Hold up. Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?
14. For we know that the law is spiritual: but I am carnal, sold under sin.
18. For I know that in me (that is, in the flesh,) dwelleth no good thing: for to will is present with me; but how to perform that which is good I find not.
-Romans 7: 14, 18
Here then, you see that we all still struggle with the flesh. No matter where we are in our walk with the Lord, we will always have to say yes to Christ and no to sin, because it is a fight that will last until we reach our heavenly Home.
We are just as much of sinners as homosexuals and transgenders. Whether you want to hear it or not, we are under the same temptations and weaknesses as every living person undergoes. Sure, we may be cleansed by Christ’s blood… but we are still fallen creatures, the only difference is that we’ve been washed and we are striving to live for the Lord- or should be.
What am I trying to say? There’s no difference with the homosexual and the kid next door who, in his heart, dishonored his parents. Absolutely no difference.
So, what does that mean for us? Isn’t there a particular way to minister and love homosexuals? Actually, there’s not. We can agape these people the same exact way we agape our neighbor. Jesus didn’t have a specific way for loving on certain sinners. He didn’t carry around a mental binder with “tips and tricks on how to bring an adulterous woman to salvation and more!”
He just loved with God’s perfect agape love. Everyone was the same to Him: lost and needy. There’s no way around it.
How can you and I view homosexuals as any worse than ourselves? We’re not God. We can’t say that. All we can do is love… our neighbor, the homosexual, the cashier lady at Walmart. Because to God, they’re all the same. They’re all in need of His love.
Do you want to know one life skill I’ve learned from being in a big family? I learned how to change a diaper. Fast. And notably well, if I do say so myself.
When my mom had my little brother, I, at seven years, was absolutely elated to begin caring for that little blob of flesh. Excited and eager(and may I say, just an inkling ignorant), I began my training… the training that would bring to where I am today. A seasoned pro, an expertise, and a no-longer-excited big sister!
It’s not longer a thrill for me. I no longer BEG my mother to let me change the diapers. Over the years, diapers have grown into a disgusting part of a child’s life and I despise changing them with a burning, loathing passion!
But it needs to be done in order for the child to stay clean and healthy.
My mom will be the first one to tell you how I hate this plague of diaper changing. Over and over and over, I’ve forgotten, sometimes chosen, not to change my sister’s diapers just because I didn’t want to. Over and over and over, my mom has given me the same speech: You need to change her diaper or she’ll get a rash. And over and over and over, I haven’t listened.
When my mom goes out, she’s leaving my sister and I home with the kids. That makes us in charge of keeping the house from catching fire, not letting Charity go on the roof, and changing both of the babies’ diapers. Phew! Now you know why I don’t get too much time to blog. Anyways, most of the time we’re both distracted with separate entertainments, and totally forget to change diapers… until we smell something. Ugh, please no. This is when the battle begins. Understand this, both my sister and I hate changing diapers. So, when the both of us hate it, but are on call for it, conflict strikes. Politely asking the other to change it, while trying to stay occupied with our petty distractions, is our go-to escape plan. However, we’ve both slowly figured out that it doesn’t work.
And while an argument brews, that poor child sits with a stinky, probably developing a rash by the minute. But I won’t submit… neither will my rival, who just so happens to need to use the restroom most of the time, leaving me down stairs with all the rascals, including the stinky one. Naturally, I choose to stay on my high horse and pretend not to smell the need, and close my eyes to my sister’s anguish-filled expression.
That’s when Mom gets home.
“Did diapers get changed?” she asks, as always.
“Ummm… I don’t know.” I answer, as always.
And then a lecture follows when she founds out neither girls had gotten their diapers changed. Call me irresponsible, call me immature. But that’s what happens.
Until one day, Jesus shook his head, frowning.
“C’mon, God. It’s not that big of a deal,” I justify my faulty cause. I cringe. What a pathetic human I am. I know what I’m supposed to do, and yet I choose not to because… I hate changing diapers. That’s reason enough, right?
Not to the Lord.
“… whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God.”
~1 Cor. 10:31~
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“Serve the Lord with gladness…”
Ouch. But let’s take a step back. Changing diapers isn’t directly connected to serving the Lord, is it?
“…whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God.”
Double ouch. So it is. Now, watch this. After I realized that I should be serving the Lord as I minister to my sisters, a great revelation really, I did something that I never thought would be possible. I changed my sister’s diaper right when I noticed she needed one. BOOM. I’m basically the goal for every Christian girl ever…
When my mom came home, I was ready for her to ask if diapers were changed, so I could proudly exclaim, “Yes ma’am!”, get a pat on the back, and win some dark chocolate!
But the expected question never came. Neither did the praise or the chocolate. And I cracked inside. Where was my thanks? My praise? Why weren’t people falling to my feet and telling me how amazing and responsible I am? I felt used… deceived. As if Jesus just wanted me to do what I hate, and watch me suffer for fun. But then, He revealed this to me. Jesus said this about the hypocritical, lying, thieving Pharisees.
“For they loved the praise of men more than the praise of God.”
Triple ouch. This sounds just like me. My attitude. My heart. My selfish, self-centered, self-obsessed self. When I didn’t want to change my sister’s diaper, I was being selfish. After I did change it, I was being selfish. Because obviously, humans are all naturally that way. However, Christians are called to a different destiny.
We are called to place others before ourselves, to lay down our liberties for others, and to serve for the glory of God. Not for the glory of self. Not for the glory of our kind, giving heart, our responsible-ness, our willingness to serve. Our heart’s goal as Christians is not to do good works so that others will see what a good person you are! It should never be about us. And if it is, our heart is not fully entrusted to the Lord. When Jesus, the Lord of the universe, came down from Heaven, did he magnify Himself for all to see and know who He was? Nope. He came humbly, constantly magnifying and glorifying His Heavenly Father. That is what we as Christians should strive to do.
Now you see, younglings, this is how issues of the heart tie together with changing diapers. Maybe I’ll never get thanked for changing another diaper for the rest of my life. Or maybe no one will pat me on the back and say, “Thanks, Jazzy!” when I do the dishes. Or when I clean my room. Or when I publish a blog post. But that won’t bother me. It shouldn’t. Because I’m not washing dishes for those kind of remarks, and I’m not writing for the praise of man, but for an audience of One. Y’all just so happen to have stumbled upon it on this lovely day.
Be that as it may, I’d like to challenge you. Think of one thing you must do, but despise doing, and apply 1 Corinthians 10:31 to it. It’ll change the course of your day.
I don’t need to know you or your story to be able to say that life, yours and mine, is hard.
Maybe harder for some, but still hard for all. It’s never easy to get out the door and face your bipolar classmate or your temperamental coworker… or wake up to screaming children wanting their breakfast or knowing that you have a huge Biology project due on Mon. But you want to hear something that will make you smile?
God is working in your life, whether you’re having a good day or a bad day. He’s in control and He will only give you what He knows you can handle! You think you’re done, finished, kaput, but God’s got bigger plans for you. He puts us in situations that seem too big to overcome so that you will see just how small you are.You’re not on top of the world, you don’t have all the answers, but that’s okay! Because in knowing that you are not all of that, you show humility and wisdom beyond what the world is used to.
Why can’t You just intervene?
Do You see the tears keep falling?
And I’m falling apart at the seams
So I’ll stop searching for the answers
I’ll stop praying for an escape
And I’ll trust You God with where I am
And believe that You will have Your way
Just have Your way, just have Your way...”
-Britt Nicole, Have Your Way