Oh the Humanity

It truly is said, to err is human…

I sit here looking at this blank page with a million little things running ferociously in my head right now, thinking of what I can say to show that even saved sinners are still human.

I’ve spent much of the past 10 or 20 years voicing my opinions on everything from Christian hypocrisy, heresy, false teaching, to world religion comparison and apologetics to politics. I’m going to be the first to say, I know a lot about a little, and very little about a lot. And there have been times where I’ve missed the mark and gave opinions on things I never should have for ignorance. Although I always fact checked as much as I possibly could, there were and always will be areas of truth or information I don’t have privy to, so things are bound to come back and bite me some day- no matter how painstakingly truthful I tried to be.

There have been times in my life- before and after becoming a follower of Jesus that I’ve been a hypocrite, selfish, lashed out in anger, spiteful, willful, and down right bratty.  I can be as sarcastic as the day is long, and more times than I’m proud of, known before I spoke, not to say it, but said it anyway.  Whether cuss words in anger, or a barb in self defense… it doesn’t matter, because once something is said out loud, it can’t be put back behind one’s teeth anymore.

I’m still not sure where I’m going with all of this- it’s not every day someone attempts to lay out their own faults for people to see.

I try to ‘be’ a good person- but I fall short often. Pride can get in my way sometimes. I try not to gossip, but find myself trying to show off. I try not to lie, but I’m sure those little white ones… yep. Still are. I have not always been the most loyal friend, not always earned trust.  I’m whiny when I have to do something I don’t want to do. I procrastinate when there’s things I don’t want to do or don’t know how to, but have to.  I complain and lament, and covet things I don’t have anymore.

I make mistakes often, and often it seems that my best isn’t good enough.  There’s things I don’t understand, and there’s things I wish were different. There are things I will always regret, and things I wish I could take back- times when I’ve had to embarrass myself back tracking something, or ‘facing’ the things I didn’t want to have to face after screwing up.

In short….

I Am Human.

As folks who aren’t believers sometimes seem to wait with baited breath for us to fall, sometimes we seem to give them plenty when we do.  Sometimes, Christians tend to be prideful and judgmental, even though we care about people.  Being human is something we all have to deal with, and being subject to people who rub us the wrong way, or we disagree with is all part of being human.

We love Jesus, we know He is Lord and we want others to know Him too.  Sometimes we miss the mark of being like Him.  There’s a line between living and showing Jesus so our witness will be faithful, and living and showing the love of Jesus through building relationships with those who are at different parts of their Christian walks, or even not yet walking in the Christian faith but searching it out. It’s important to show the love of Jesus while allowing  people to be themselves- because it’s Jesus who cleans them up, not us.

A good friend who was an Army Chaplain and now a lay pastor once said, “We are to share Jesus with folks, not beat them over the head with Him.”

There are times and places for both loving and speaking, and I think Jesus demonstrated that when it came to the adulterous woman.

Jesus, the Son of God- Lord of Lords, King of Kings, was not there to condemn a sinful person. He was there to save her soul.  And He did it with the compassion so many of us try and have but miss the mark.

Neither do I condemn you.

Yes, He told her to sin no more, but He gave her mercy and grace before He gave her the truth and life.  Surely we can learn to do the same.

Life is about relationships. Not all of us are going to be perfect, and not always as gentle or self controlled as we would like to be- but that’s not something we need to condemn ourselves or each other over.  Blank pages, like the one I started with, like brand new days are meant to try again. Meant to forgive or yes, even forget (at least out loud) past offenses or slights, and just accept each other as fellow people who care about each other, but aren’t perfect.

This is my heart for my friends as well as those in the shadows of our porch.

I want to be like Jesus. I’m not there yet, and I don’t expect others to be either. We aren’t perfect, but we do care and we will always leave things open to try again. Life’s too short, and its often brutal out of our peaceful places we try and build for ourselves.  This porch is supposed to be, and I pray it will be a home place of rest and peace, fellowship, conversation and a little bit of light in an ever darkening world-

because Jesus loves you and so do I.