Quite often I have to make charts and graphs to figure things out… sometimes with words and sometimes on a piece of paper with circles and lines and arrows. Sometimes the issue is so complex and there are so many if’s and also’s I can’t find a direct path straight to the answer I know is there.
In conversations with people I love and respect, as well as the words, ideas, and opinions of people I’ve never met, I felt the need to hunker down with my charts and graphs to figure out not only what I think but why.
You’ve heard “Love the sinner, hate the sin,” or variations on that theme. I started to wonder, not what that meant, but how it is lived out. (For this particular conversation, I’m going with the customary expression, despite the fact that here and here and here and many other places, it has been the subject of controversy.)
When I investigated what others had to say, I noticed that most references start with “love the sinner.” And all the charts, arrows, and drawings kept coming back to this: the first word is love.
Good golly Miss Molly, that’s it!
My mind keeps searching for and creating poetic ways to elaborate and I can’t.
I could go on and on. Maybe someday I will.
But not today. Because it doesn’t matter what your issue or mine is. It doesn’t matter how I feel about legislation or lobbies or legalities or rights or positions.
But you do matter. So do I. He and She and They matter, too. Sinners all.
Wouldn’t it be so much better to be known as Lovers all? Lovers of you, me, him and her and them?
I promise you, my lovers, that this will pay off in mighty ways. I promise you. And so does He. Even without charts and graphs.