This is a rerun of a Facebook post I made this week.
A while back I got slammed pretty hard by a romance writer, who will go unnamed, who sought to school me about Christianity. She flamed me on my personal page for a meme about loving one’s neighbors. Not loving and getting along with run of the mill Christians but Jews, Muslims, Buddhists, Hindu.
The irony of a romance writer leaving a hateful post about love is incredible. Love cannot be contained in a jar for just the people who share our religion or denomination. Or our political views.
You cannot be stingy with love and follow the tenants of Christianity. You cannot stand across the street of a funeral and hurl hatred at mourners. One cannot tell people they’re undeserving, that God loves you best, or you only. God is limitless in His love and forgiveness, unlike mere humans. He’s not a firefly in a jar, captive and restrained, fulfilling our foolish whims.
At times I’ve found more love and acceptance with my Buddhist, Jewish, Hindu, and Wiccan friends. That means some Christians have scriptural homework to do, myself included. Self-examination of how we fail to be compassionate, loving, giving, forgiving.
We have to let God out of the jar, be the one person who embodied the best, not the worst, narrowed, and cliched. Love without boundaries, and be loved in return.