Friday, September 11, 2015

Misrepresented

First, I want to say sorry for being MIA for a while. We have bought a house, and I have been in a race against the calendar to get everything ready. I'll post about that soon. But there is something that is on my heart this morning that I have to write about.

I don't usually voice my opinion about politics and all the craziness that goes on in our world. I don't have time to fight with people online, so I just don't post about it. And I don't want to fight about it now. I just came across a passage this morning from Luke that has me choked up and fighting tears. 

Luke 7:36-50

36 When one of the Pharisees invited Jesus to have dinner with him, he went to the Pharisee’s house and reclined at the table. 37 A woman in that town who lived a sinful life learned that Jesus was eating at the Pharisee’s house, so she came there with an alabaster jar of perfume. 38 As she stood behind him at his feet weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears. Then she wiped them with her hair, kissed them and poured perfume on them.

39 When the Pharisee who had invited him saw this, he said to himself, “If this man were a prophet, he would know who is touching him and what kind of woman she is—that she is a sinner.”

40 Jesus answered him, “Simon, I have something to tell you.”

“Tell me, teacher,” he said.

41 “Two people owed money to a certain moneylender. One owed him five hundred denarii, and the other fifty. 42 Neither of them had the money to pay him back, so he forgave the debts of both. Now which of them will love him more?”

43 Simon replied, “I suppose the one who had the bigger debt forgiven.”

“You have judged correctly,” Jesus said.

44 Then he turned toward the woman and said to Simon, “Do you see this woman? I came into your house. You did not give me any water for my feet, but she wet my feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair. 45 You did not give me a kiss, but this woman, from the time I entered, has not stopped kissing my feet. 46 You did not put oil on my head, but she has poured perfume on my feet. 47 Therefore, I tell you, her many sins have been forgiven—as her great love has shown. But whoever has been forgiven little loves little.”

48 Then Jesus said to her, “Your sins are forgiven.”

49 The other guests began to say among themselves, “Who is this who even forgives sins?”

50 Jesus said to the woman, “Your faith has saved you; go in peace.”


Christians and Jesus have got a bad rap lately. And I don't blame people for thinking badly of us. There has been so much hate spewed in Jesus' name that it breaks my heart. That is why this passage touches me so deeply. Jesus. Is. Love.

I really cannot say that enough. Jesus is love. Jesus is love. Jesus is love!



Jesus loved this woman who lived a sinful life. I may or may not have the same sins as this woman, but could we ALL not be described as a man or woman who lived a sinful life? And guess what?! Jesus loves us ALL. NO exceptions! Because Jesus is love. 

This woman who lived a sinful life was so overcome by her sinful life that she wept at Jesus' feet. She used her tears to wipe the dust away from Jesus' feet. If I were to truly examine my life and the sins I have committed as I was at the feet of Jesus, I would do exactly the same. Jesus didn't look at her, me or you with disgust or self-righteousness. He looks at us with love. Because Jesus is love. 

Jesus doesn't force us to love Him back. He gives us the choice. He is there loving us all along, and it is up to us whether or not we will love him back. Real love doesn't force itself on you. And Jesus is love. He is there waiting for us whenever we want to choose to accept His love. Because, Jesus is love.

So I guess the gist of what I am trying to say is that I am sorry for the hate that is being spread in the name of Jesus. I am sorry that my loving Savior is being misrepresented. Jesus cannot be hate because Jesus is love. Please know that Jesus loves us ALL, no exceptions, regardless of our sins....because Jesus is love. 
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