I typically try and stay away from political topics. Some because I don’t care to stir unnecessary arguments and some because I know that Christ can be misrepresented through my personal thoughts and convictions. Also, because if I’m going to be honest, I am well aware that I haven’t figured it all out. I am still wrestling with my own understanding of what the Word of God calls me to do in some situations. With that being said, my heart hurts over a theme that I keep seeing. Whether it is social media, or personal conversations with other believers, I continue to find myself leaving feeling as though some of us are missing it. Missing the reality of the type of God that we serve. Missing the reality of the death on the cross. Missing the reality of the type of love that Jesus called us to.
Let me start first by saying, I am beyond grateful to have the privilege of living in the United States and having been born here. I am incredibly thankful for the men and women that have served and currently serve our country. I have family members who have spent years in other countries fighting so that we could have the freedoms that we have. For that, I continue to be grateful. I don’t know the worry that comes with hoping that a spouse returns from a tour overseas. I don’t know the worry of helping a child work through PTSD due to the things they saw and possibly even did while they were wearing a uniform. I don’t know what it is like to be on the other side of the world as my first child is born only to come home to a baby who is 6 months old and doesn’t yet know me. I can say though that I have seen these things close to home. I have watched as young men drink their life away because they know no other way to process the pain that they feel inside. I have stood at the funeral of a family member as Taps plays, guns fire, and tears fall. I have even interviewed vets who are trying desperately to start life over in a new career or job. I have an incredible respect and appreciation for those in these roles.
With that being said, Christians in America, can we please stop pretending like Christ only died for us? Can we stop believing that because Gay marriage was legalized in this country that God is so angry he will come back before it gets any worse? Can we stop believing that we have a privilege greater than any other country that gives us rights to an easier life, bigger bank accounts, or a safer night’s sleep for us and our little ones? Can we stop believing that we deserve something different or greater than the child who is dying as their parents are fleeing their country? Can we stop believing that Jesus didn’t die for everyone including the people that we are too distant from to notice?
Whether she is in our backyards as a single mother fighting to feed her kids, on the street sleeping over a heat vent to keep warm at night, or in another country that is too far away to see firsthand the devastation of what is happening, can we please, for the love of God, stop and recognize these issues matter! These issues are important and dare I say some are more important than the things we can get fixated on. Hear me when I tell you that what I am not saying is that we should abandon our convictions and stop standing for truth. Yes, babies are being killed every day and it is heartbreaking and devastating. Yes, laws are changing. Yes, hands could be tied as people’s jobs are on the line over personal beliefs. Let’s not though forget that Christians are being beheaded by the thousands in other countries for claiming Christ. Let’s not forget that women are dying because they don’t have proper sanitation for menstrual cycles. Let’s not forget that things as simple as the common cold here in America is killing children in other countries.
What about these people? We can’t continue to turn a blind eye and pretend like we don’t know these things are happening. We can’t believe that God is more concerned about the state of ONE country than the lives of millions being affected by devastation. That’s the beauty of the God that we serve. He loves us all the same. He aches for us all the same. Let’s take it back to preschool VBS here for a minute: “For God so love the World that He gave His one and only Son”. The World, not for God so loved America. Not for God so loved only me and my family. Not for God so loved only those who earned it or my closest friends. While Christ died on a hill, we have to remind ourselves that the ground is level at the foot of the cross. So American Christians, can we please represent Christ in a way that reflects who He is and the love that He has for ALL people instead of representing Him in a way that fits into our own personal agendas? I have a good feeling that we could accomplish a lot more if we learned to look at people the way that Jesus did.