So much history being made, so many stories being told. So. Much. Human. History.
I forget that sometimes. I forget that there is a human behind every word written, every decision made, every executive order signed.
This refugee crisis has my heart aching for so many reasons.
It has brought on more disagreements, less peace.
More separation, less unity.
More fear, less hope.
More suffering, less relief.
And honestly, friends, last time I checked, those things were not from my Father.
Yet, my calling remains the same and I will stand confident in this:
I am called to love.
And I am reminded in this difficult time, that love was never meant to be easy. It goes against my humanity. I have to fight and toil and remind myself that love is what I am supposed to embody and express.
This world changes daily, but my calling should not shift in the same way my universe does. This heart, given to me by my perfect Father, should not fall into the nasty desires for hate and war.
And I will be the last to say that those feelings don’t exist. I suffer from, and struggle to fight, feelings that are not from my God.
I need love to fuel my desires for peace and justice...not hate.
When I see us turning our faces from one another and denying one another—our brothers and sisters—love, I struggle within myself to find where I stand.
And then I remember words like these:
“But love your enemies, do good to them, and lend to them without expecting to get anything back. Then your reward will be great, and you will be children of the Most High, because he is kind to the ungrateful and wicked” (Luke 6:35).
There it is.
My beautiful, earth-shattering, calling.
Full of irony and everything backwards.
But that’s Jesus for you.
I am called to love. But not just love—I am called to express a new kind of love. A love that acts and moves and breathes. I am not only called to love, I am called to act like it. I am called to live like I actually DO love. I am called to prove it. Prove it to those around me that a love stronger than sin and hate exists.
We are called to be different. To love different.
Just like Jesus. If I consider myself a child of the Most High, then I need to act like it, ”because he is kind to the ungrateful and the wicked…”
That’s me. I am ungrateful and wicked and He loves me still. Who am I to deny that love from others like myself?
I am called to love refugees. To love those who persecute myself and my brothers and sisters. I am called to love our new President Trump. I am called to prove my love for them. To go the extra mile, just as Jesus did.
Jesus loves despite.
He loves despite acts of hate and sin and terror. He loves despite what we do to each other.
His love is quiet and humble, and strong and moving.
And this invitation is open for all. For Trump, for people of all nations, for you and me...join me. Make the decision today that love is the only way that we will shoot and score higher than anything this world can offer.
Let’s change history on the basis of love, because our calling remains the same.