Tough Topic Tuesday


There is something sobering about meeting students with stories that sound fictional. Their mom’s practice witchcraft and their dad’s and uncle’s sneak into their bedrooms at night. Some live with drunks and protect their little brothers and sisters and some of them are drunks themselves; it assuages the pain. Some of them are homeless. Some of them are cutting themselves. Some contemplate suicide and others are only walking because they failed at killing themselves; add it to the list of their failures they say. Some of them are told they will amount to nothing and most of them believe it; check their criminal record, it validates what they believe about themselves. Some of them are pregnant while others are dealing with the nightmares of the day they had their abortion. Some of them are violent. They hit. They rage. They provoke. They deflate. They fall into depression. Some of them are lonely, convinced that the only person they will ever be intimate with is the girl performing for them on their computer screen.

These kids tell me their stories. They unload in a very matter-of-fact way. It’s like they don’t even have tears. Tears are for little kids. Tears are for people who care.

Tears are for people who feel.

Tears can be isolated, sectioned off, and compartmentalized into a place so deep and hidden that they will never see a sunrise. They don’t need tears. They tell me their stories like a commander explaining the details of a suicide mission. Like a biologist dissecting an animal. Like a mortician sewing up the lips of a dead body.

When I hear these stories my heart begins to race. I feel sweat beading against the back of my neck. My breathing gets heavy. My legs feel like led. I can hear about their horror story, I can listen to whatever they want to tell me. I can shoulder their burdens for a moment and cry tears for them that they cannot yet cry for themselves. I can be their friend. I can love them deeply. I can hold them tight and not let go. I can do those things.

But then they look at me. They want me to say something.

Expectant eyes. Open ears. Open mind. Open heart.

I feel the weight of the world crushing down on my lungs. A punch in the gut. Someone has knocked the air out of me.

What do I say?

I have it good. I’ve never worried about being abandoned. I’ve never worried that the electricity would be cut or that my dad would come home and hit me. I’ve never had a drunk for a mom or even a mean mom for that matter. No major deaths. No major tragedies. I have always had everything I needed. In the scope of history, as far as women go, I have had the easiest existence of any generation before me. Wealth, education, and freedom have come at no cost to me. I still call my sisters my friends and I am voluntarily spending my one week off with my parents. It is a rare day when I do not feel loved, encouraged, or supported by the many, many people in my life. My experience with the vile things of this world is limited to a daily news feed.

I have it good.

And yet here I sit. Face to face with kids, adults even, who know the dirty parts of this world. Those who have been in darkness for so long that light is merely an apparition.

And apparitions are dangerous.

False hope kills the soul.

Still they want me to listen and they need some sort of balm for their soul. Perhaps they will try what I have to give them.

They finish telling me their nightmare and I tempted to be very afraid. I have nothing to offer them. Even the name of God or the power of Jesus, which I believe in, sounds trite in the moment. I, the woman with way too many words, am without a single syllable to utter and I often feel like a failure.

Isn’t that Enough?

Lately, the issue of human trafficking has hunted me down and not left me alone.

Karissa, a recent high school graduate that I met a few months ago at a show, was the first girl I have ever met who has been through such an ordeal. She reads this blog- and she knows what I think of her. Beautiful. Strong. Healed. Called. The most enchanting personality in the world... I love the girl...I really do.... except for the dang fact that she keeps praying that God would use me to reach girls like her with hope.

In a recent conversation she told me she believed God wanted to use me to work in the lives of those who are broken. Specifically girls who have experience sexual trauma.

My response to her?

No thank you. Why me? Why can’t I just be passionate about saving the whales? Why can’t I head up a doggy adoption drive? Why can’t I just be a super-cute PTA mom? A tree hugger? Or a champion for kids with disabilities? Why not be behind the recycling movement or saving a rainforest? I love rain forests! I love monkeys! I’ll be that girl!

These of course are all important causes, but for me, working with children at Special Olympics or running a doggy adoption drive are things that I would find great joy in. For me, those things are easy. They are comfortable. They are delightful even. I love on a helpless dog and we both go away feeling better about the world. I give a child a hug and scream their name till they hit the finish line and we both walk away feeling like champions.

There is no fear in that. No heart pounding, lung crushing, emotionally stunned silence that makes me feel completely and utterly helpless to help. There is no insecurity in doing what comes naturally to us. There is no pain, no huge sacrifice required to do that which we already know and love. There is no chance of failure when we only help the people and causes that we know how to handle; that we relate with and understand.

There is no significant gap for God to come and do a miracle when we have all the answers. When we only serve God and others by doing the things that are easy, convenient, sterile and enjoyable... we cheat the world out of miracles.

I sing. I’ve always loved to sing. It’s easy. It’s fun. And, the songs that I sing bring people hope and joy. Isn’t that offering good enough? Why try and do anything else? Especially if it makes me uncomfortable and I don’t enjoy it?

Most of us settle in right there. This is what I’m good at. This is how much I will offer. This is how far I will go. Don’t ask for anything more from me or my family or my bank account or my time... we have drawn the line and done our fair share. We are saving whales and helping orphaned puppies. Isn‘t that enough?

Available? Or just sort of available?

Most people will live this way. I can’t judge the impact of their lives one way or the other. But I can say that the more I get to know Jesus the more He seems to point to a way of living that goes beyond just doing what is easy and convenient and semi-sacrificial on our part. He points to a more radical life that is more fulfilling for us and more healing for those who most need healing.

I can’t shake the feeling I get when I read about the life of Jesus. He was radical in his love for broken, destitute, dirty, un-easy people. Thank God he chose to do more than just what came easy for Him. Thank God he was radical in his love for those he encountered that had truly seen the evil, nasty part of humanity. Thank God he looked into the eyes of a man so possessed by demons that he foamed at the mouth. A woman so entangled with sleeping around that she had to go get water from the well when other women were not there to spit on her. Thank God he touched the leper who had not been physically touched in years.

I get the feeling that even Jesus grew weary. Taking breaks from people. Alone time. Naps, even. Maybe it wasn’t all that easy for him either. To bear with the difficult people. To see the evil. To always have the right words. To take on the hypocrisy in the synagogue. To stop the bleeding, raise the dead, forgive the low lives, and to cast demons out of people.

Still, He showed us what it looks like to be available to the most deeply wounded among us.

And still, I find myself asking him for a different assignment.

Orphaned puppies, Lord.

Pleeeeease, just let me be that girl that takes care of orphaned puppies.

Not girls who have been raped. Not human trafficking. Not me.

Not Dexter the homeless guy. He smells. He’s paralyzed. And this week when my sweet friend Sara called to tell me Dexter was at the gas station, and I found him, and a fluke rain storm began to thunder down, and I decided to put him in the car and carry him to the bus stop... with Annie in the car... with Dexter in his wheel chair... with my heart pounding and the people around me staring at me like I was insane or in danger... and my own conscious doubting and fearful and my hands shaking as I helped pull his legs up and into the car...

Please Lord. Please send someone else. Please not me. Please not this...

Tough Topic Tuesday

Are we, as Christians, simply available for the causes and people that are easy, clean, sterile, and convenient? Or are we available for the moments where we have no idea what to say or how to respond?

It’s in these moments, when I am afraid that I don’t have a single word to offer to this person who has walked such a different path than me, that God has space to perform miracles. And he does. I am learning that the less equipped I am, the more equipping He gets to do. As my roommate in college used to say in her sassy East Texas country accent, “God gets to show off!”

Now I just have to learn to be available. For anything.

Entitlement, Narcissism, and Other Ugly Things...


The world is not all bad. Hear me say that. There is a lot of good.
But, seriously, something nasty must've crept into the spring water this year cause people are not at their best right now.
In fact, my dad recently said, "Jenny, the world is full of freaking crazy people... and most of them are in church," and y'all, this is the most true thing I've heard in a long time!
Examples of the Crazy
I sit down in first class for my two hour flight home this week. I buy cheap tickets, I promise. But I fly so often that I get free upgrades. Thus, in first class. Sitting next to a man who sort of looks like George Clooney on a million dollar budget. Snake skin boots. Three separate rings on with diamond studs. Thick cologne. And a dead give away of self-indulgence: perfectly manicured nails.
I'm sorry men, but if you have perfectly manicured nails you have just given yourself away. You care way too much about appearance. Double standard, I know. No one would ever say that to a woman! And it may not even be true for men... but it is my prejudice.
Dudes with perfect fingernails have either too much money or too much free time and definitely too much thought going into their hands.
Anyways, first thing outta this guys mouth?
"This sucks."
He said this with a disdain, snobbery, and anger that really took me off guard.
"I am supposed to be in 5b. Do I look like I want to sit in a bulkhead seat? But, one of those stupid married couples asked to switch seats and practically did it before I could say no. This. Just. Sucks. Life sucks."
No, actually, life is pretty dang good, maybe your life just sucks.
That's what I said to him in my head.
He spent the first fifteen minutes on the plane telling me about himself. 2.4 million American Airline miles. 5 million Hilton Honors points (for those of us in the travel world who live and breath our reward points, this man has us drooling. He is the pinnacle). A hotel room in Dallas that he never even checks out of. And a third wife in a New York brownstone, but he prefers to travel alone if "you know what I mean."
Oh my gosh... this guy is a word I am going to refrain from using. He is oozing with anger, arrogance, and attitude and he is messing up my positive energy field!
I turned my body towards the window. Wrapped myself up in about three blankets and tried to look for stars the entire flight. He made me sad. My heart felt sad.
Freaking rich people in first class. But this is not a money issue. This is an everybody issue.
We were recently unloading a cramped minivan in front of a restaurant at lunch time. We were, admittedly, right in front of the door. But, there was plenty of room to drive around us. And, we are not talking a busy Dallas restaurant. We were in a smaller town in Indiana and there was no lunch rush. The parking lot was rather empty. Still, we are being dropped off and trying to get six adults, backpacks, and Annie out of the minivan because we are going to be at this place a while.
A lady pulls up behind and waits impatiently. I motion for her to go around and she just glares at me while thumping her fingers against her steering wheel. It's pretty obvious that we are going to be just a few minutes but she refuses to go around. She starts to honk. Of course, this scares Annie and she practically jumps out of my arms. We go inside to get a table and while they are getting it together for us this lady walks in. "Oh great. Now the whole world gets to wait on you and your baby again, huh?"
I'd love to say this is where we, Addison Road, turned the other cheek like Jesus would do. But my husband, ever the protector and particularly tired of rude people on that day, shot back, "You need to stop. There was plenty of room to get around us and we were going as fast as we could to get everyone out. We have a baby."
Y'all, this lady flings her sunglasses off and gets in Ryan's face!!! It's 11:00 a.m. in the morning and I swear we are on Maury Povich or Judge Judy or wherever those staged nasty horrible cat fights happen. I'm holding Annie, trying to walk away, but I am stunned. This woman starts dropping all kinds of profanity and threats and looks like she might hit Ryan at any second. And ends by yelling, "The world doesn't revolve around you and your ________ baby. I could've just hit you with my car. Then what happens to your baby!?!?!" And she storms off to the bar.
I mean, my heart is pumping. Blood racing. Hands shaking. I am so angry. The guys are white in the face. What just happened?
We just had a can of crazy opened on us! That's what happened!
And can I honestly say, I cannot think of a time in my life where I have wanted to take someone outside. But everything in me wanted to hand Annie to someone and say, "Excuse me, you need to walk outside. Because I am not afraid of you and you just scared my baby you CRAZY PSYCHO WOMAN."
It was one of those days where you go before the Lord and have to hang your head because you were less than holy and had less than holy thoughts and did not respond to life in a way that brought goodness into the world... and I'm making it sound really pretty... it was one of those days where I had to honestly look at myself and say, "Wow, I have a lot of venom in me. Maybe as much as her."
The guys stayed angry for a good long time. All through lunch. Fuming. Replaying the whole thing. Coming up with things that they should've said. And everyone was imaging Ryan or I taking her on outside like we were on some dirty reality talk show. This at least gave us something to laugh about.
The guys were riled up, but I was sad. I was crushed Annie had heard that lady. And I was crushed she saw us even respond- mild though it was- and crushed that she could probably feel the anger flowing through my veins. I was sad that Annie saw the face of anger. I wish I could've protected her from it for a little bit longer. I was sad for the lady. There has to be a terrible thing happening in someone's heart for them to get to that level. I was sad for Ryan and I that we stooped to the level of responding to this lady. I was just sad for everyone involved.
It's not supposed to be like this, is it?
There's a lot of ugly out there.
Are people getting meaner? Are we so consumed with ourselves and so hell bent on our own rights, privileges, and agendas that other people no longer matter? And more importantly, what deserves our anger, wrath, and simple annoyance?
A parking spot? Someone who cuts us off on the highway? A loud talker at Starbucks? The person on the other end of the phone line doling out bills? The person walking too slow in front of you? Or too close behind you? Or the co-walker who doesn't do their fair share? The person that updates Facebook too often? Or the friends that take extravagant vacations? The neighbor's kids who seem to be lawless? Or the lady at church that has five prayer requests every single Sunday? The Internet that doesn't go fast enough? Or the decision you don't agree with?
Are these things worth fighting for? Do they really deserve anger, wrath, and all-consuming annoyance? Or are these the complaints of an over-indulgent, self-centered, narcissistic society that has lost touch with what it means to be human?
One of our pastors asked us a few weeks ago, "Do you really think the elevator is going to go any faster by pushing the inanimate button several times, sighing, and getting angry with it?" I laughed and thought, "I hate it when people do that!"
Next day I was at the airport with Annie, outside in the hot sun, and waiting for the elevator. I pressed the button three times and grumbled out loud, "Good Lord. This is the slowest elevator in the world....uggggghhhh."
And then I heard my pastor's voice... "Church, we are an impatient people. And it's not ok."
We are an impatient people. I am impatient.
The world is full of orphans, disease, injustice, corrupt governments, human trafficking, lack of clean water and sanitation... and we are hacked because our Starbucks drink took too long to be made?
Something is gravely wrong.
Tough Topic Tuesday...
What's wrong with us? And when does it end? After fists have been drawn or bullets have been blown? After we have wounded someone with our snide comments? After we have driven people out of our churches? Or haunted someone with our piercing gaze and stolen a bit of their humanity?
Impatience leads to anger. Impatience screams that we are so important, so entitled, that the world should operate on our watch, on our terms. Impatience says that we have not found peace... that there is something missing.
There is a pervasive selfishness in the world right now that is literally stealing our souls away from us.
The thing is, religion is on the rise. Islam and Christianity are exploding around the world. Spirituality is on the rise. The practices of yoga, meditation, and the reading of sacred texts from all different religions is on the rise People are getting progressively more entangled with God, spirituality, and religion... so shouldn't we be looking more and more like the God that we say we worship?
I'll end with this quote from CNN's, July 12th, belief blog written by professor Richard T. Hughes,

"Let me be frank from the outset: A great cultural divide is ripping the heart from this nation and Christians are partly responsible. I say that because 83% of the American people claim to be Christians. If those Christians lived as they are taught to live by the teacher they claim to follow, the American public square would be a very different kind of place."

Endeavoring to live a life today that is not so little. So focused on myself. So impatient. So easily angered.

Attempting to be a good human to every other human I interact with...

Attempting to be filled by real love that overflows onto the world around me...


Tough Topic Tuesday- slightly late :)


I am at an amazing five star resort and spa outside Phoenix, Arizona ala my husband who insisted I take a break. I am surrounded by views of Camelback Mountain and from my private back yard I can watch the sun rise, the moon set, and read for hours in the chase lounge chair surrounded by my own personal exotic, rare bird choir. Oh, and the occasional lizard.

Who knew the desert attracted so many birds and critters? They are everywhere. And the flowers here are intoxicating. You can smell them before you even turn a corner and see them. And if you've never been to Arizona you might have a hard time imaging how a very tall pile of boulders sandwiched between brown deserts brimming with cactus could be beautiful, but trust me, its beauty rivals the ocean waves and snow covered mountains. There is something rugged and ancient here that puts the modern world to shame.

So I am here, taking it all in. Sleeping. Reading. And yes, thanks in part to you Rebecca and Keith and so many others, I am endeavoring to write a book. I've always wanted to. Always. And now is the time.

I've been doing a lot of people watching as I work here and I cannot help but overhear their conversations. They talk about mergers and marriage. Fortunes and family. Sales and sports. Business and babies. Risks and religion.

Yep, they talk about religion. Everyday people talk about religion, the church, and spirituality.

I hear it all the time so I should not have been surprised to hear two guys talking about it today at the pool or the three girls in the sauna who were talking about their religious upbringing. But I was. I forget that people are genuinely seeking direction and answers. Hoping to be overwhelmed with truth that sets them free.

I hear it in airplanes and airports. In restaurants and at Starbucks. I even hear it in churches. God comes up. Is he real? What about scripture? Can it be trusted? Is it accurate? What about the church and their mistakes? What about my own freedom, why would I give that to someone else? Why do Christians say Jesus is the only way? My Islamic friends love God too. The conversations echo around me ALL the time and I am more aware than ever that it is arrogant and ignorant to assume that because someone is not a Christian they are not concerned with spirituality. They are.

At the end of the day, everyone is seeking some form of spirituality because life and death are all around us, and we as humans long to make sense of that.

Heavy matters cover the earth like a blanket, and for the most part, human beings seek answers. Some people find the answer within themselves or Buddha or a tree or a volunteer activity or in Jesus Christ.

The search for something to put your faith in, my friends, is alive and active.

So then my question on Tough Topic Tuesday is this...

Are we doing a good job exposing people to our form of faith?

After watching Larry King Live this past Friday, my answer for this week is: no.

If you caught Larry King on Friday night, Pastor Bob Botsford exposed people to Christ by condemning fellow Christian, Jennifer Knapp, and other homosexuals for their same sex lifestyle. He ended with a plea that she come back to her senses and repent.

The blog world went crazy. Depending on whom you listen to, Botsford came off as a martyr for the faith and Jennifer Knapp came off as the prideful, parading lesbian who was blatantly forsaking her faith. Or, Botsford came off as an ignorant civil rights abuser who used his position as loving Pastor to exploit a hateful agenda while Jennifer Knapp bravely took a stand for those in the gay and lesbian community who find themselves in a loving relationship with their partners and with God.

(You can read JK's 'coming out' article on Christianity Today; Pastor Bob's blog regarding her admission; and the final culmination that happened on Larry King Live by clicking here.)

Comments began to pour in from both sides and they were not pretty. Before I knew it, I was hooked. It was like watching a bloody reality show. How will the church respond to the issue of homosexuality? As author Phyllis Tickle said in a recent seminar at my church, "Homosexuality is the last great moral battle the church will have to face."

If the battle had not already begun, I believe Jennifer gave it a good kick in the pants. A jump-start if you will. And now the armies are out, swords are drawn, and people are taking to the battlefield.

How was Christ exposed this week?

By making appearances on Larry King live, addressing millions of people from millions of different, complex lives, the voice representing Jesus said that to be gay is to be separated from Christ, end of discussion. And while the question "can you know and love God while being a practicing homosexual" remains on the table for God alone to answer, the issue that truly grieves my heart here is that a spiritual world is looking for the face of spirituality and instead of seeing Christ they see battles that we wage on behalf of Christ.

When did Jesus ever stop and tell the disciples, "Look. There are a lot of sins out there. But homosexuality is at the top of that list. So attack it. Attack those people. Take up arms for me. Start the battle. Wage a war for my sake."

I just never saw Jesus say that. Or anything similar to that. He never asked us to battle for Him, did he? And when his best friend Peter tried by taking his sword out and slicing a mans ear off, Jesus told Peter to stop and restored the mans ear.

I can't think of a time Jesus ever gave anyone the commission or authority or calling to go before the world and point out sins. Besides condemning the pastor's themselves for turning his sacred house into a den of thieves and money changers, Jesus typically confronted sin in private, not on a national platform and not aimed at one single person. I cannot say, with complete certainty what absolute truth is or is not regarding the issue of homosexuality, nor can I predict what Jesus himself would have done if presented the opportunity to go on Larry King, but I have a hard time imaging that Jesus would take on one person's soul in front of a viewing audience of millions.

What Do I Know of Holy?

At the end of the day, there is no human being who can know, understand, or fully speak for God. We can wage battles, have opinions, and recite scripture until we are blue in the face... still, Christ is a mystery and faith is ultimately unfathomable. It is simply faith.

I will say it and believe it until the day I die. What do I know of Holy?

Even those within the body of Christ who have the best intentions and truly believe scripture is clear on homosexuality and long to see people repent from this lifestyle… this is still, simply, a human interpretation of a sacred text that only God himself can one day shine ultimate understanding on.

Yes, scripture lists homosexuality as a sin. It does. I’ve read it with my own eyes. But there are many, many sins listed in scripture. (And I am not even going to go down the road of whether it is a sin or not, except to say again, that even among believers, Christ followers, and theologians the issue is not nearly as black and white as the mainline evangelical church would like for it to be).

Perhaps we have misunderstood sin though. The overarching theme of scripture is that sin is a condition, not necessarily an action. Jesus seems to speak directly into this concept when he addresses the faithful Jews at the beginning of Matthew, "You have heard it said do not murder... but I say do not have anger in your heart for another man." Essentially he spends an entire afternoon telling these people, "you have heard the law and followed it, but now listen to the heart of the law, it's a new command I give you. Love me. Love others. That is the point."

Sin is a condition that indicates our separation from God. Jesus focuses less on the sin action and more on the person and their separation from God. Sin is simply that. Our separation from God. Our less than holy nature. Our blemished existence. An incomplete way of being. That is sin.

Many of the endorsements and praise for Pastor Bob made online by Christians have been based on defending God. As if God needs us to defend Him. Defending the Bible. Standing up for what is right. Calling a sin a sin. The idea that black and white must be established and we as Christians must bring to light right and wrong so that people repent and turn to God. It goes back to waging a battle for God. Waging a battle for the church. For morality. It is all about engaging in a battle. Sounds a bit like something called... the crusades.

My response:

Let God be God. God speaks to the hearts of all men and women. He brings to light what is right and wrong. God alone is holy and draws all people to himself. He convicts. He persuades. He delivers. He believes. He patiently works and cultivates a seed of his light into every soul. And I for one trust that my savior is big enough to draw all people to Himself- gay or not.

If you are a homosexual, I want you in my church. Not to save you or change you. I want you in my church for the same reasons I want myself to be in church; I believe in the Body of Christ, corporate worship, the study of scripture, and in the importance of growing up in faith. I want that for all people. I want you to know God deeply and intimately. I want you to study scripture. I want you to be a part of the body of Christ known as the church. I want you to draw close to Jesus because I believe as we draw close to Jesus, to the heart of God Himself; we begin to look more and more like Him. As we draw close to Jesus, Jesus himself moves in our spirit and urges us to be more like Him, urges us to turn away from that which keeps us distant from Him; our distance and unholiness are chipped away as we allow Him to change us. This is the process of being made into a completely new creature. In churchy terms, this is repentance and sanctification.

This doesn't happen by calling sin a sin on Larry King live (this only draws people into battle). It doesn't happen by battle lines and attacks. It doesn't happen by ostracizing people from the church. And to assert that it does, to participate, in my opinion, means we have little faith that God is doing what He says he does. Interacting with humanity for His own glory and drawing all people to Himself. It's a process he longs to engage us in.

That process, friends, is deeply personal. It is long and hard. It is vulnerable and raw. It is complicated and complex. (And repentance that usually lasts happens within the loving confines of a supportive community of faith that walks alongside of you… so why are we kicking people out before they can even come in?). The act of being transformed from this world, truly, is a hard process for the most seasoned Christ followers.

To simply dumb this issue down to right and wrong, to sin or not sin, robs humanity of our deep complexities and robs God himself of His ability to conform people to His likeness.

Real Life

By now some of you are seething at the opinions I have expressed. Some of you may be disappointed in me. Some of you agree with my thoughts. Some of you think I have played politician, not giving a clear enough answer (as if I am close enough to God to deliver the verdict). And some of you are offended that I have not gone far enough in denying that homosexuality is not a sin.

To all of the above: I am not engaging in a battle. I do not have the ultimate answer.

Look, my parents both have doctorates in Theology and Pastoral Care. My sister just graduated Magna Cum Laude with a master’s degree in Theology. My little sister is in her second year of seminary and her husband speaks, reads, and writes Greek fluently, which was part of his master’s degree in Christian theology. I am the lowly one of the bunch. I merely have a bachelor’s degree in religion and church history. And I say that to tell you that while other families shoot the breeze over the holidays, my weird family sits around the table and argues baptism, Lord's supper, the use of birth control, the Vatican's role in sex abuse scandals, the Baptist Faith and Message, homosexuals in church, women preachers... you name it, we go there. All eight of us. I come from a family of learners. Avid readers. Brilliant researchers. And well-versed students of the Bible. Relying heavily on the cumulative shared knowledge of the whole gang, it would be very easy for me to sit here and dogmatically argue a position and back it up with translations of this and that, commentaries, social history and context, etc.

But what good does that do? At the end of the day, all the knowledge in the world cannot answers our biggest questions. Sometimes the most we can do is have faith that God is doing what He says he does. Drawing all people to himself. Somehow. Someway.

I understand sin within the church has to be addressed. My friends hold me accountable. My husband and I encourage each other as we grow up in Christ together. Our community at church addresses different forms of sin and often gives us chances to go before the Lord asking for forgiveness for the ways in which we have separated ourselves from Him. But we do it at church within the body of Christ, the community that is walking alongside of us. Not on a blog aimed at one church member for thousands to read. Not on national tv, aimed at one church member for millions to hear. We do it with one another in the confines of our faith community.

A stranger can't just walk up to me and tell me I need to repent. And if they did, I would not listen.

It's just not as simple as that.

And I'll end with this.

I have often said that I am not a proponent of the death penalty. However, I follow that up by saying that I have never had my little girl kidnapped, violently raped, and murdered by a sadistic man. I can say that I do not believe in the death penalty until I am blue in the face... but when it happens to my little girl... get back to me. I can only tell you then, when I come face to face with this complex issue, what I really believe and how I will really respond.

This could be said of many hot topic social issues. You can spout off information, scripture verses, and dogmatic views but everything changes when you actually come face to face with the issue.

Do you know a homosexual? Have you ever loved someone deeply who has later turned out to be a homosexual? Because I guarantee you, it's not so easy to look someone in the eyes who you have seen love Jesus and tell them that their faith is invalid. Until you have gone there with someone, you cannot possibly understand what it is like to juggle these questions, these battlefields, these deep matters of faith with someone you love. Because it is no longer "a gay person," it is your brother, sister, dad, or the best pastor you've ever had the privilege to work with. They are people. Family. The ones you love. The ones God loves.

My aunt was a lesbian before she passed away. Coming from a rural town in Mississippi of faithful Southern Baptists, you can imagine the shock waves this sent through my family. But my Aunt Debbie knew God and I know it. Was she living in sin? Did she die in sin? So many questions plagued our family and yet, most of the family showed up for her and her partners commitment ceremony. Why? Because Debbie was loved. She was a light. A beautiful little light. And it's not so easy to draw battle lines when you are hugging your sister. She is still your sister. And somehow when it becomes personal you realize that you firmly believe what you believe, they firmly believe what they believe and you can walk closer to Christ together, trusting that He will call us to Himself, or you can draw a sword and engage in battle.

But when you love people… battles aren’t the preferred method of operation.

And to me, that's a good thing. Because I am convinced more than ever that people don't need battle lines... they need Jesus.

Draw them to Jesus and let him do what he does best.