March 5, 2010
I've struggled, this semester, with people around me making Jesus out to be something I don't really think he is. Mainly making him out to be religion - stiff collars and long skirts, conservatism, and homophobia.
I know I don't talk about my faith a lot on here, per se. But that's because I believe that faith lived out is more real than faith talked about. I suppose you could say that I talk about my faith all the time, without talking about it. I talk about it when I write about Beta, when I interview people doing work for the needy, when I write about "what you can do" and when I write about the work that I hope to do. I write it when I write about freedom of expression, and the freedom to be myself. I write about it when I write about giving myself grace in mistakes, and when I write about orphans, and how they weigh on my heart.
I believe that Jesus was a feminist, a human rights activist, an environmentalist and a lover of children. I believe that people looked at him and wondered how any one person could carry around so much love. I believe that He towed the line for people his whole life, in the way He listened to them, gave to them, worked for their good and, ultimately, died to set them free.
That is the Jesus that I follow, and the Jesus that challenges my heart to give. I believe that we miss the mark entirely when we don't love like he did.
You want to talk sin?
Ignoring need is sin.
This week, Nick Kristof wrote this article about evangelicals. I was encouraged.