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I need to get something off of my chest:

I’m a hypocrite.

And so are you.

We all are. It’s a condition endemic to our species. It’s a dichotomy, a clever bit of cognitive dissonance, that we are–by and large–quite comfortable living with.

How does this play out?

Mostly, like this:

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We get angry with those who sin differently than we do, apparently forgetting that we ourselves are sinners, too. It’s hypocrisy pure and simple.

Because we have to live with ourselves, we often give ourselves a pass, all the while condemning our brothers and sisters.

What’s the cure? How do we limit this hypocrisy, cut it off at its knees?

The Bible says we are to love our neighbors as we love ourselves, right? The late, great C.S. Lewis said that “loving one’s neighbor as oneself means being just as forgiving of one’s neighbor’s sins as one is of one’s own.”

That’s a tall order, to be sure. But it comes right from the horse’s mouth (as it were):

“Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.”

Gulp.

Does this mean that we must forgive in order to ourselves be forgiven? Afraid so, folks.

Jesus paid it all for you, me, and that pesky neighbor down the street.

The first step to healing is admitting our hypocrisy: that we are no different than those who sin differently.

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On behalf of the church, I would like to apologize to the gay community for the message we send:

Change for us, clean up your lives, then we’ll love you.

Here’s the deal: I don’t want you to change for me, for us, rather I want you to come to Jesus. In fact, whether you’re gay or straight, male or female, barbarian, Scythian, slave, or free:

Come to Jesus

Because that’s Who it’s all about. But the message of the Lamb that was slain is often drowned out by the noise of heated rhetoric.

So again I say: I don’t care who you are, just come.

Because Jesus is the only one who really, absolutely, fundamentally loves you as you are. But He also loves you enough not to leave you as you are.

If you will but allow Him to move in your heart.

Because an encounter with Jesus will not leave you the same–whether you are gay, straight, democrat, republican, male, female, indigent, rich, whatever:

Jesus is the great equalizer, and we are all alike in our need for Him. So when it is still, and quiet–at a time likely not of your choosing–when that still, small voice comes, and bids you lay something down to come follow Him, you best do so.

I’m saying this as much to you as I am to me, for I write out of my own need, my poverty.

How about you? What have you given up to follow Jesus?

Getting Naked

randomlychad  —  August 2, 2012 — 8 Comments

Here is the contradiction of being me, something I must confess honestly:

I have no problem sharing foibles, flaws, and failings here, you see,

But you all I can’t see, thus in that sense, it’s easy,

But where the rubber meets the road, in the getting naked at home,

I’m failing miserably.

Will you pray for my wife and me?

'I'm Sorry' photo (c) 2011, Maroon Surreal - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/I once tried to write a post for TV Asylum, that safe place for the television-obsessed. Because I don’t, you know, actually watch a lot of TV, the piece felt very tentative to me. So I turned to one of the site’s proprietors, Knox McCoy, looking for affirmation.

Because that’s what all secure writers do, right? And received the hiss of static in reply. Instead of just, you know, concluding he was busy (which he is), I assumed he was ignoring me (which he wasn’t).

So, yes, you know where this is going: when we make assumptions, not having all the facts, we make faulty ASSessments of ourselves. And others. Or something.

In my insecurity, I pestered poor Knox via email, and iMessage. Because, for some reason, I wanted so desperately to be liked, rather than respected.

And I got neither in return. In fact, I surmise that Mr. McCoy doesn’t think of me much at all.

All because I listened to the voice of fear, let it feed my insecurity, and let that fester and grow into douchebaggery.

All that to say: I’m sorry, Knox McCoy. I hope you can forgive me. Perhaps we can work together someday.

Those of you who write/blog/etc, have you ever done the same?

PS In the end, I decided that writing about T.V. shows is not my forte, and turned my piece over to another blogger who has something to say (on the subject). I may never see my byline at TV Asylum, and that’s okay.