Sin. Sinners. Separation?

I took a hop round London today. Literally. Left foot. Metal poles. Left foot. Metal poles. 

An old friend. 

Thai food. 

British history. 

A day isn't spent much better. 

What happens when you add in a spot of revelation? 

...

We found ourselves at the end of the Gay Pride Parade! My identity hit me square in the face. I didn't find a life change or a new part of me. No, no. It was, in fact, quite the opposite. It's always been there and I knew it well. Since the very beginning. 

I took some time to take it all in:

The rainbows.

The smiles on faces.

My sin.

Judgement is its name. 

...

We are often told to hate the sin and love the sinner. I don't do a very good job of separating the two, unless, of course, I'm looking into a mirror. 

An inward reflection can lead to a generous helping of cheap grace. When it comes to a good friend, I can sometimes find it in me to love them past their sin. Judgement creeps in but I try my hardest to love them regardless. A stranger on the other hand? Judgement doesn't just creep in. It's as if I am bathing in it. It saturates me. 

I was sitting on the train on the way home tonight, thinking about today. I looked up and a gay couple sat down in front me. I could feel it. Bath running! Judgement pouring into me. 

And then I heard His still, small voice. 

I. Love. Them. 

I thought about that statement the whole way home.

He loves them?

I am very good at remembering Christ's death for the Christian, his death for me. What a beautiful thing. I am in awe of the beauty of the cross. 

Yet I forget the real awe and beauty of it all. 

When it comes to remembering that God so loved the world... I forget. I forget that He sent his Son, His only Son for the world.

Tonight I was reminded why we love. 

That the world might see Jesus' love for them.

That the world might not perish but have eternal life. 

That the world.