I was asked to write an article for a ministers’ letter that is sent out to roughly 40,000 men & women across the United States. I felt humbled to write for so many people who are serving…
I was also told that I was one of the youngest, if not THE youngest person to ever write for this letter. Some of my heroes of the faith have written for this letter so the bar was set high in making sure I wrote an article from the heart, but with my ear on the voice of God for His people.
Ok…so here is the funny part, I think it is funny… I sent off the article and of course it gets edited…but they edited a few of my word choices, specifically the word WHORE.
Here is the original rough draft that I first sent off to the editors…yes, there are some grammer errors in here, but I wanted you to see the first draft as I think my first is always a complete reflection of my heart.
IN THE NAME OF LOVE
The two young Mormon missionaries stood there in my living room, wide eyed, pondering what they had just heard.
I decided to repeat myself to make sure they heard me correctly, “Yes, I would like very much to go through the missionary discussions. BUT – before we do, can we hang out three times without talking about your beliefs or my beliefs. Tonight we will order pizza, make some lemonade, and just chat.”
They nodded as if they really didn’t speak my language.
The night passed as we dove into causal conversation of where we were from, what are interests were, and where we had been in life. The next meeting brought with it a trip to a local ice cream shop to continue in our conversation. As we ate our ice cream and laughed at each other’s stories, I looked down at one of the Mormon missionaries shoes. They were completely ripped apart.
“What is up with your shoes bro?”
“Well, I’ve been on my mission for 10 months now and I only brought with me one pair of shoes.”
“What size do you wear? I’m sure I’ve got an old pair of shoes in my closet that are better than those.”
I was secretly plotting at this point. I had learned from the previous week that his birthday was coming up. I could make our third meeting a birthday party, complete with a gift of shoes that he desperately needed.
The balloons were in place. The cake was made. The streamers hung from the ceiling. Friends of mine that I knew would be nice to these young missionaries were hiding all over my house.
The doorbell rang.
I answered the door.
SURPRISE!
As they walked into my house like two deer in headlights. I held out my present to my new Mormon missionary friend.
He slowly opened the present. He stopped as he lifted the lid of the shoe box and starred at the new pair of shoes. “Why did you do this?”
“Cause I love you man…you are my friend.”
“No really, why did you do this?”
“Mama said you can learn a lot about the shoes a man wears…bro, I’m serious I love you man.”
The gospel story is a story of love. God’s love for us. God’s love in us. God’s love changing us AND God’s love flowing out of us to transform the world.
John tells us that God is love.
Paul tells us that we have died to Christ and we no longer live, but Christ lives in us.
This means we have the most amazing love in the world living in us. A love that changes lives. A love unlike what anyone in the world can offer. A selfless, gracious love.
34 “A anew commandment I give to you, bthat you love one another, ceven as I have loved you, that you also love one another.
35 “By this all men will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for one another.”
My job as a follower of Jesus is to love. This is the characteristic that defines me as a disciple. My love for others.
My job isn’t to save anyone. The job of savior of the world is filled and He is doing a great job, I’m terrible at it.
This is why people walk away hurt from our churches. We are doing jobs that are not ours to do and we neglect what we ARE suppose to do. LOVE PEOPLE.
I believe in the local church. Can you imagine what we would could do if we got back to our jobs of loving everyone we came into contact with? Pharisees would start calling us friends of sinners. The drunks and whores would be standing in our church services feeling unashamed and free to receive.
We have gotten so disconnected from a dieing world around us, we are trying to perfect methods of salvation instead of working on truly loving the people we come in contact with everyday. We harm those around us when we don’t do our job and try to do God’s job. You and I are not charged with convicting the world of sin, but the opposite…loving people that don’t deserve it.