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where the church gets it wrong...us versus them

I desire open, honest, and nonjudgmental communication from all people and all views and all ideas. The words of my posts are simply my own thoughts on how the church* can fully be operational in Love.




 
The church mistakenly gives the impression that they have cornered the market on god's love. They stand atop their soapboxes touting their views as if they are the only truth, looking down their judgmental noses, and trying to sway others to their side. You know, in a me versus you, us versus them, right versus wrong, sort of way. They use fear tactics and condemning words. They are critical and discriminating. They affix their sanctimonious masks firmly, denying their own lessor evils, and protest loudly about "greater" sins. They do all of this while claiming a greater love.

Here is what I believe about Love :  it is abundantly lavished on everyone, pursuing us ALL with reckless abandon.  Love doesn't care about which church you attend, or if you don't, about which denomination you identify with, if you've read the whole Bible, parts of it, or have never touched it. Love. still. loves. you. I can promise you that. That is the truth the church should be shouting.

While the church squabbles with one another as to basic civil rights, about choices, about the meanings and translations behind words, about which persons are more god-like, about who is spending eternity where, Love is just wanting to connect with hearts. When the church realizes this...that is the day that the lesser things fall away and people become united, one.






*When I say "church", I mean as a whole entity, not necessarily one denomination or actual building, etc.


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